my crayola mind
my mind is a marvelous place to be,
equipped with an imagination
as colorful as crayola crayons
and more creative than their quirky names.
the actual brain may be pinkish grey,
but today my mind is cerulean blue,
a crisp, clear day, not a cloud in the way,
although tomorrow it might be a sorrowful cadet blue
if that one unmellow yellow nightmare
actually comes true.
or maybe it will be razzle dazzle rose,
sending scarlet to my cheeks and twinkles to my toes
as i imagine my mahogany man coming over with
a magenta heart and magic mint breath
that takes mine away.
that mahogany skin is somethin’ serious,
and thinking of almond and chestnut and
brown skin basking in the sunglow
makes me so delirious,
but i get sea foam green sick thinking about how
some apricot and peach people aren’t scared of outer space
but are too frightened to speak with fellow americans
about white privilege and the issue of race.
my mind is a radical red party
where people can jazzberry jam
with any woman or man
and women don’t have to worry about laser lemon eyes
salaciously staring at their bare thighs.
my mind wanders through purple mountain majesty
and through amber waves of grain,
and wonders where the hell are those
red, white and blue rights that we were supposedly given,
that we didn’t need to gain.
thoughts like that paint my mind an outrageous orange,
so i calm myself back down to a pacific blue,
and i sit back and ponder how i’ll use my colorful mind
to color the world little by little
starting sometime soon.