An experimental poem…
I asked professor for the color of blue
Professor told me of the color of you
Bruises on your tongue from speaking of the truth
Ain’t nobody know the truth better than you.
Soft shaded skin
Lips bound tightly, patience wearing thin,
You are the essence of color.
Soft shades of pink and messy grey hues of vulgar
You are the essence of fire.
A passion burning red and a hush-ed desire
For the truth, Blue.
You know it better than the best of us do
I don’t think the world can hear you.
Your words are poison, but at least you speak the truth.
I asked professor for the color of you.
Professor told me of the color blue.