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My dear, do not tell me I deserve better than your love. That your heart does not shine bright enough to reflect mine. For my heart only shines this brightly because it has been burned.
Night, Darkness and Black- so many perspectives so many interpretations... like the owl- here, called tecolote, bu an omen, familiar of witches... whereas in Europe,
Love is a trap. Love gets a bad rap. But why not? You do what you don’t ought. Just like me, you’ll see. I met someone by accident. I quickly thought it was meant to be. That we were destined.
I am Beige. Smeared across countless walls in infinite shades, Plastered over fissures and cracks, I am many things. Cookies baked just right, Beams of light just before they fade into the night.
My canvas is stained with memories Ink seeping from its white sheets like blood Pooling into puddles of thoughts, feelings, expressions The red rage that builds up inside me
Found the color back to life Thawed the heart in the summer sunshine The vibration comes in heat wave Blast past can you stay solid on your feet Reach Passion relight again after blowout
I like to look around. round and round,I say and spy all the colors that my friends show off today. Lots and lots of colors like a rainbow of souls.
I just stood there Almost paralyzed by your beauty Yet, Letting your hurtful words cut me so deep I started to bleed from my wrist My blood was as red as her matte lipstick
days like this with crying gray skies make me wish i was an artist because then i could show you how beautiful this day is how bright people are shining like paint pallete beacons
Skies are gray and flat The crunchy leaves stir about I color blank streets
The sun and I, Are one. Both receiving gifts from the other, Gifts that pulse through my bloodstream. The sun and I are one,
And when I dream of you. The pages turn. Highlighting a million and one things. All captivated by the sound we touched with our eyes. Each played in beautiful melody. I'd chase behind you.
Looking at you Is looking at the wrong side of a rainbow Seeing your backwards colors from space Watching a world in awe of your wonder
there’s a darkness that dwells under the sheets that i sleep in, filling the void with an emptiness. it reeks of burning ice and rotten dreams and some nights it threatens to suffocate me.
It would be a much simpler world If it was all in black and white. The blues of thought Wouldn't mix with The reds of passion And the yellows of the world's questions Would sit quietly unanswered.
What is your favorite color? Is it blue, or indigo, wisteria, or jasmine... Is it the color of that leaf over there, or the shade of orange-pink in the sky that surrounds the falling sun at eight forty-five at night?
Lipstick stains on a collar,Wine stains on her Sunday best,They teach it’s the blood of her LordSo she counts herself as blessed.
In a pocket of city commotion, A paradoxical chasm An alley people embrace Rather than avoid. Willingly, I am submerged,
I never saw a facethat I Saw as much as yours that golden part it sent me into such a spiral wringing together hands that invariably aimed to only touch yours;
you were a rainbow so i too became one to please you yet you cut me so deeply i burst into a multitude of colour yet to you all i'll ever be is black and white
I'm lost I'm lost in a sea of colors I can't seem to understand Red, Blue, Green, What diffrence does it reall make when I just feel them slowly absorbing the wavelengths that are meant to keep me sane?
the gold and crimson spilled over the grass flowers bloom through the snow the sunset was one of the few beautiful things there a rural area
Whispers drift with the salty breeze. Oh, my dear. His tender hand brushes a lock of hair behind her ear. Just, for me, bear it a little longer. Let’s enjoy the fireworks at eight.
Our love is the colors of the rainbow; So bright and bold In the lull of the sky. Our love is Orange: Warm and welcoming.
Color it blue, With the words of color. Be creative. Use many shades. Show them the truth. The color of stability. Of calm.
Each relationship begins As a blank canvas And ends either
Sticky kisses and blue butterflies, Long nights and adoring skies. Lingering kisses and yellow flowers, Suspensful nights and everlasting hours. Passionate kisses and red wine,
Dear Red, I see the madness in your eyes, The insanity, the love. It’s a not matter of the chicken or the egg, But what came first?
I am so lucky to see the world in color, To wake up and have the sunlight shine on my skin. My life has been crafted by the hands of someone who mused on pigmentation;
Color has always mattered No matter what goes on But why? When we were all created by the man in the sky
Gilded reflections come from your perstine grade Toss that glass of red wine it's not up to your glamor Scarlet spills and runs in an arterial fashon In those twists and turns we'll find a beating heart
in my art class, this color soiled itself, through the way it crawled from the ignorance of people with fair skin. like the teacher, spewing phrases like “drab,” “ugly,” and
Gray melting into gray Light and dark come out to play No color is necessary It's a beautiful world to see Black and white all around
Dear Malcolm, In some parts of the world, Light shines brighter than in others, Shade-divided world. Under bright light,
WhiteSoftStuffedBlue eyes mirror my ownMy guard through the nightPuppy
It feels like a storm, Loud, gloomy, and yet so calm. As hauntingly dark as nightfall, Yet still light like a rain cloud.
Red When they both shuffled on the old gym floor it was the shade of the swish of her dress. When her lips meet his, he’s wishing for more
I can see it when I close my eyes: the vast expanse of dimension rich hue. Some parts, dark as night, thick and meant to show that there is beauty in sorrow. Others, bright as day, thin and born to reveal, to uplift, to shine, to glow.
Red is the feeling you get when he says your name It’s the pulse he feels when he touches you It is the way your heart swells when he says he loves you Red is the way your mind is racing
The mind has this innate need to make something out of something we can't see Beauty in the rolls of blue and red Sounds filling our head
Today. Today I question myself Who is in my life? Who cares? and Who holds me back? The answer awaits You see, for me to ask that I would need to understand myself What do I want?
The color of my skin does not determine my worth; it strengthens it The color of my skin does not define my success, it glorifies it The color of my skin does not hinder my beauty, it enhances it
Red Green Gold Red White Blue, what is it in color what is it in you, what is it about me, my color makes you hate and doubt me, my color is my reality, my color seems to make you mad at me, my color is brown, not lay down on the ground and shut u
Scarlet That's the color it was Scarlet That's the color of blood Blue After it's all through Blue Everything turns blue Red That's the color of the heart
She wore blue on her wedding day. Blue as the sky she looked up at when she couldn’t believe her luck when they met. Blue as his eyes
I did buy the lie that Many told me the land of the free and the home of the brave Yet I was not taught this way, Through minority eyes I saw A world unequal; I stared in awe
A plum, A grape, But not an ape, Blue and red, You’ll look it when dead, You gasp for air, No longer white, You long for something, With all your might, But the color of the sky,
Blue What are you Who are you Blue is it Or are you red Maybe you’re both Maybe your purple
I couldn’t tell you what I thought at the beginning of this year Every word people said were just words that… Bounced off my ear I graduated high school with a 4.0 Easy for me, everyone expected me to
When I was little I loved pink Pink was the color of princesses and love Pink was the color I was supposed to love Pink was the color every girl should love Every girl should want princesses and love
Lavender is the bliss in your musical movements, captured by so few. Distinct you stand confined in a chaotic world, relief like no one knew. Lavender is your touch of delicacy,
when we met as fledgeling adolescents on that solstice day, the lake was blue-- no, grey-- no, the color of bitter
There is a world Where I was from Full of black, and white, and grey. But then I saw A silver line Come through on misty day. It's hard like steal, But small and light
Each morning starts with a spark “Thank-you” as each foot steps onto the floor Remembering that days are better Starting with gratitude
It's 4 pm 12 hours ago I was awake Make no mistake I've been up so damn late. Wait, retake. It's 5 am and 12 hours ago i was walkin,
Emerald and aqua, then scarlet hues A streak of pink or pastel blue Colors swirl together with beauty and grace Pencils meet paper with the sweetest embrace Everyone warns "Stay inside the lines"
Color blind Living lifeTryna findPeaceFighting warsBleeding redUnder the shimmering seaMy brotherIn blackIn white
Colorism is a sore subject that everyone talks about It’s a sensitive matter and an issue that should be handled People judge others based on their skin color, type of hair or body image
the america that i live in doesn't require me to be in chains or present a certificate of my purchase when i walk alone but are my chains really gone am i not bound by the color of my skin by the statistics
Hello, my name is Pink. No, that does not mean that I adhere to your traditional views of what you think I am. It does not make me gentle. It does not make me sweet. Hello, my name is Pink.
So I've come to a conclusion, Everything and body is an illusion. Any sense can feel a tense delusion, Not sure what's real-- I feel deep confusion. So open, so crucial So dangerous, so brutal.
Maybe I'm delusionalOr maybe I'm just making things upA carefully executed work of fiction A truth with a twist Or maybe a straight up lie Maybe my perception Is just different
Luscious blonde to black, Every color in between. Your locks I adore.
Dark black is my colour Don’t confuse that with another Like rich black oil flowing In seamless precision Don’t stare at me because of your decision Don’t be perplexed because its your own confusion
She woke up every day with colors in her head. Visions of blue and green, pink and purple, and pounding blood red. The girl tried to capture the fleeting moment, to pin it down in her mind,
Blink, and the delicate parachutes whistling with white-spun dandelion seeds drift to form the rich parchment of my thoughts, channeled
A world without color is a dreary world at best, For I wouldn’t see the red dragons on Grandma’s vest, I wouldn’t see the brown ochre of a bird’s new nest,
Art; the (blood rushing through my veins, painting me with color in this gray, flavorless world) ability to take your brok- en, s e n s e l e s s, s c a
A young girl trips and stumbles, Making her way through Life's rumble. Scratched, Scarred, and Bleeding, Not knowing what she's needing. There's an empty void, a screaming gap.
I’m white, Caucasian, Dutch, Norwegian. I have no month To celebrate this background, But I have had 18 years To learn about my people My people— Who are not just white
I didn't know colors. I thought that they were mixed, a simple product of light, bouncing off, as rays. Only the modern physics. That's all I saw. The calculated facts.
the heart of the forest darkness clothing bark shadows hugging contours of tallest trees spruce and pine bark boughs drifting down sweeping needles
All I need? All I need is color. My life like a prism, not a prison. And if I knew the orginal color, that'd be rad. But im color blind. Dead eyed, not dead inside.
We live in a world that's black and white,Wrong and right,And that's okay,Because I am a different shade of grey,
Milk chocolate bars forgotten inside cars On a sizzling summer day. A mahogany table on those days when they are able To sit around it to pray. Sprinkled chips of moles on your skin as you grow old
Began all with something something White as White as Milk would be and as an Angel would look Blue as Sky Blue as Sea igniting Waters bringing Rains to Rain
A stone so blueA Sapphire or soA doubt a soFor she, lovedThe colour of lavenderYet as oneWas she, also to be
Intense, burning heat Electricity pumping in Your veins. The aorta Throbbing from pressure. The feeling on your skin As you brush the hand Of a stranger. It’s the Sinking feeling in
Unlike any other, I can not settle with any color, I can not choose one passion over the other I think that they complement one another. Only in Light
Grey skies and cloudy days Thunder rumbles summer rains Grey like distant trobbing pains Spotty vision, muscle strains Grey as sounds like static noise Empty headed girls and boys
A pop of color, A shimmer of light, That is all you need To feel a little less trite. A hint of pink, A bit of blue, Paint your canvas, oh sky, This is your venue. I see that dragon,
There is so much controversy over the slogan "All Lives Matter", and I can not seem to get my mind wrapped around the idea why. Yes, black lives do matter. I, as a black woman agree with this statement. There is nothing false about this at all.
Do you ever just want to kill yourself?
I know I am white You do not have to stare At me With your doe eyes And envy I know I am white I hate this skin Keeping us apart This lesson we've all been taught
If I were a crayon I'd color on everything In th shade of sea-foam green You'd see my work from all over Pictures, walls The bathroom stalls My color will be bright My color will be lovely.
I always used to see rainbows as a kid-
I am not like the others; I don't act like my sisters and brothers. I feel like a dim star that can't be seen from afar. I feel like a broken ignition that can't start a car.
Palette of gray starts the scene, Hinting white, but never leaving black. Find a section, add more white. Now a drop of yellow, a touch of blue Blending and dabbing, and then lastly,
I'm cold. A chill in the air. Wood fire dwindling to smolders. Ash crisped cinders to share. Cotton between our shoulders. That endearing musk of burnt wood.
Deep within the earth’s core A pool of magma dreams to soar Beyond the darkness Because although this pool is very bright ---- It is only their own light --- And they want more They crave more
Orange is walking alone. Orange Is hearing the crunching of leaves beneath your feet and nothing else. Orange is wishing you could hear his footsteps beside your's but you're not that lucky.
Red is that feeling in your chest when you dip her so low that her hair brushes the floor, slightly. Red is her lips when she pulls you in for another kiss. Red is all you can see when you come in and find her in the arms of another.
My memories of you are like the trees Roots planted deep in the ground of my mind Your branches, intertwined with every passing thought
Defines not the whole of my being. Hosts the absence of vitality and worldly beauty. Yields contrived images of darkness and the unknown. Fulfills past shadows of forgotten spirits.
The Skin I’m in The Skin I’m in doesn’t mean I am covered in sin Or that I am corrupt from within born into a life of violence and rage. That because of my skin tone I am an animal uncaged.
Somewhere in this crawl space that we call a brain,
My main thing on racisim is dating. why do people love the enjoyment of entertaning someone else relationship.
My eyes may see the colors in my life but my heart sees the colors I feel deep inside. Red, Orange, Yelow, the warm colors that express joy and happiness. Green, Blue, Violet, the cool colors
If I said I was a leader would you follow. If I said I was inspiring would you listen.If I said I was a Christian would you believe me.
Color me blind and show me the world You want the money the cars and the girls But I want the rage that comes with the passion The infinity that comes from the intimacy As we create sweet symphony
I live in a world full of black and white imagesOf bombings a violence acts so primitiveShades of gray mask my decisionsBecause a world without color makes you blind to it's messages
Your morning breath blew beautifully A familiar funk stuck on the windowsill I’d steal this stench and drench my windowpanes repetitiously
They say love is red But love is gray Gray like the sky at the end of each day
Hush, it’s okay There’s no need to take a peek. What are you doing, trying to look in so deep? Do you wish to be clawed at, do you wish to be scorned?
Yes I'm black, that doesn't mean I'm vulnerable to attack, I'm just like you, a human, red blood, emotions and a moving figure,
There once was a little girl with big blue eyes, Who dreamed of diamonds in the skies, All she knew was happiness and love,
I guess I should just tear you off Because you seem to want to define me I guess because I resemble a Hershey's kiss I'm just as smart as one but half as sweet Because I look like I'm from African
war, there is war everywhere in Iraq, Syria, and even in the U.S.A, recently there has been an epidemic of police bashing. A seed in Ferguson was shot to death by a police officer, which sent a fire through the field.
School ends, and we all cheer.
Within this uncompromising maze, the faceless men in white suits force you to stumble along the path from point A to B. Tall white walls confiscate creativity and slowly strangle the unsuspecting
once you asked me what i was doing, so i told you i was killing. you told me killing was bad, so i swore to never take your heart and rip it into different halves.
There I sat staring As every color flew by Oceans of madness
My heart bleeds onto the glaring whiteness of this canvas. Oh how should I state the story of my soul? Staining the white canvas with colour. Red.
Who decided that our skin was tainted Anything that isn't light and innocent Light and free Is an enemy to purity The skin is what decides who we are Even when you try to take on another skin
I like the sound that emmits from my headphones, the colors that cover the pages of my sketchbook. The sun that shines so warmly when I sit out on my porch, Literally heaven for even just a few minutes.
I thought chameleons were beautiful. But where is the respect in changing on every whim, capricious, for those who won't have us as we truly are? I thought chameleons were beautiful,
Let me mix my colors with yours it’s the human triumph and universal theme to get the better of your wounds and turn them to scars Let me blend mine with yours.
It’s almost like a dream With the earth beneath us And the colors above The greens and the blues form an ocean Blending together to create waves That seems to go on forever
The world is a canvas And nature is the painting All the colors flow together To create a beautiful picture The location determines the temperature While the seasons pick the colors
Black & white Why fight between us human Why racism compare to color ? You might be white or black and nothing difference between us.
I've grown up around strong women. To be specific, I've been surrounded by strong black women. That doesnt make me strong though This made it hard for me to find myself. I wanted to be like them
I grew out my wings and flew to a new place, They said that's what they're for, so I sought out my space. A space for me to find my own- To color my feathers, To say that I've grown.
I am more than the box you put me in.
“I’m sorry, what? Come again? NO, I would not like to order fried chicken, But I would like to order you to get out of my face before you get written up for stereotyping.” Mm. People these days.
Blind Ambition Keeps me wishin' I had someone like You Orange burst of passion Purple mist
White honeysuckle mist strokes my jagged blades
I know the guys always say the same old line. "The makeup compliments your eyes" Honestly your personality compliments your mind you one of a kind. No matter how much makeup you apply you can't never hide what's inside.
As I sit in this room I feel my problems rushing towards me; hoping to consume me. I know I won’t be able to out run them, so I let them come.
Roses are red Violets are blue I like bacon More than I like you Tulips are pink Marigolds are yellow Don't you dare Touch my jello
BLOTCHES FROM A COLORFUL CANVAS With blue the world is draped, and with its hue my soul delights, From whitewashed shores on dripping edges of roaring sounds,
My thoughtsGo crazy. They wander,They go in circlesMaybe that's the reason for the blackCircles underneathMy eyes.My eyesStare out the window as my thoughtsUnderneathThy skin wanders.
The black girl. Built strong, legs long unlike her hair. Hair thick like her hips. Full lips. Left on this earth for a purpose but constantly forced by society to find it alone.
Brighten my day and bring color into my life All I see is black and white and I need you here to be my light Color my day with your vibrant joy and bring a smile to my lips
There are certain things that just cannot be done. You can't sneeze with your eyes open. Have you ever tried imagining what those colors that are invisible to the naked eye look like?
The absolute design that defines me, and yet in the mist of the night no one hears my screams.
i didn't always know there was such a thing as a ‘colored girl’ didn't always wear my bruised peach skin like a mink fur coat something to be
I never had a dream, all I had was a vision. One was better my living, two never end up in prison. Stay in school so I won't let my mother be a victim.
My Community is often called dark. We are often mistaken as rundown. However we are the ones with the spark.
You speak of those with dark and light skin,
Yet my path grows my story will never change. It grows, it calls, and it even bleeds, yet never asks for help.
My eyes go red filling with anger How can this be? A person I gave my whole heart to betrays me so suddenly He made my life green, giving me hope
What if the world was actually black and white? Would our minds conceptualize color or rationalize hues? Would we be forced to see the grim reality of the world in which we live?
Life is dark; depressing But with in the dark there is always light. In art you discover just how black is made, The truth of the matter is, that you must take every color of the rainbow at once;
Little girl, dressed in white Sleeping in her room so tight Unaware of what is wrong As the world moves forward on Until one day, a dorr gaped wide Where walls before had stood with pride.
My favorite color is blue.
Racism. It's such a strong word, A prevelant issue, Something that separates, Discriminates. It leads to wars. It does not love. It is an unjust system. It hurts.
Those who see the world
Two eight-year-old boys meet. One of ebony skin, One of cream. After hours of frog-catching at the park, Their fathers see, and take them apart. Why can't we be friends?
Why does it matter if my skin is darker than yours? Why take my land away from me and leave me here suffering with an empty soul? At least give me clean water in return, rip open my head and yours,
Color By Jordan Devonshire Color is more than the seven in a rainbow Joy is the color of my soul when the sun glows Honey brown // the color of my skin
White clouds the sky with her
White is the color of cotton
My dear, My friend, My confidante, you are drowning in suicidal greyscale. The world, so vibrant, paints our lives with emotional colors- our thoughts, feelings, actions-
The colors are here. There is no void to be seen. Rainbows fill you now.
The sky's painted a contrasting shade of blues and purples Even red sneaks in for sunrises and sunsets Yellow brightens Green isn't included Should it be? People are contrasting shades
I dabbed my brush into the endless ink.It went on smooth, painted all money pink.Pink for delight.
They think that I’m redThe kind of crimson that comes from loud mouths and smart remarksThe scarlet of sarcasm that stems from quick witFrom quips that taste like fire and sound like flame
That day when the wind was Quiet, and the air Cool and Soft, he faded into Oblivion,
Be this your occupation Or unholy mutilation We walk the earth in unity United in our scrutiny
Inked Like ink stains paper, So does memories of the heart I wonder what colors have stained mine?
Black is thick eyeliner,
Lonely stressful days Dark nights Stormy skies Bipolar times Twilight and nighttime Hard, rough floors Quiet silent nights Dark and creepy forest Broken leaves on the ground
The brain is a peculiar component - so unknown and intricate. With all the puzzles and the pieces, which we cannot solve yet. One of these puzzles is a condition.
Green is the color of envy Red is the color of love Blue is the color of freedom While yellow is the color of fun Black is an evil color White is always good Grey is the color in between
Little do we knowbut darkness does fade. And that dark flesh won't always be so sweet.Little do we know
If I had to describe the people I've admired, I'd do it in terms of fabric and color. The first was an arctic blue, with a soft texture; Like curly wool or a warm cashmere sweater. Definitely organic,
When it is between white and color it's all over the news, But when its black against black it gets no views! This is normal just like sinners behind pews. How is the stench of dead boys on the streets nothing new?
Wow... All that color? in all of that black? That black that goes on forever. A place called space for its vast amount of just that, space. A place that holds, no, cradels our little ball of color.
Mistaken Always shaken We move because we're told But it's getting old Tired of these rules The tools They say, the tools to life To growing and succeeding To living and competing Jump, run, and go They say it but really though What do they mean
What is color? Is it a mood, A memory, An expression of life? It is the iron To the fortress,
Running Running FUNNING running Funneling grape soda and cranberry juice through a lemon squeezer Why not? It’s all pointless anyway. Birds fall out of the sky like
I am a woman of color. I am a woman inside and out. I am a new born baby. I am a woman of color. I am child. I am a woman of color. I am a teen age girl in love. I am a woman of color.
White or black what difference does it make? we are both skins that we did not create the color we walk in is our own the only thing that we can embrace is making us known of who we are
I miss the wind blowing through your hair, the smile that creeps up and lingers, Your eyes never quite meeting mine, and the things you whisper so sweetly. Pain draws me up inside,
My last recollection of seeing a black butterfly was not long ago. I remember it was on a particular flower. I remember it was on a red flower that had just bud after sun rise.
I'm a chromatic entity A colorful enigma; different hues of reasoning Vibrant as a rainbow, dim as a cloudy shadow Are you understanding me? A red rocket soaring free; just let me be
Because I've become a stranger to me And I wonder what you see When I'm not in your presence I promise you, life is just a game of would you rather But, there is something about those who can take your life away
They help and hinder us Eyes Full of Wonder and Death Nose Smells of aromas and avoid stenches Ears Hears of Wisdom and Folly Mouth
Drain my skin with hands that plunge into my flesh. Ruby drops streaming down my arms, my legs, my chin. Sliding and mixing with salty sweat and tears.
How do you change a color of a rose? When its color is already deep red. Do you paint over its radiant shade? Hoping that will stay when the right things are said.
What a beautiful color, red, she said And smashed it down with her hand Orange is pleasant as well, I can tell! And crushed it according to plan. Green, so keen, a fervent shade
Colors: I love them Yet it's something I'm afraid to wear Vibrant and bright - saturation so high it calls to the eye Or dull and shadowed - strong and firm and filled with control
When you breathe in the crisp morning, it is the color of the air. When you shiver on a winter's night, it is the color of your lips. When his fingers skirt across your bare back, it is the chill that zigzags through your veins
Words swirl inside my head like pillars of light, I grasp onto the strands and wait: I wait for them to makes sense, Incoherent buzzes of truth are all I have.
You don’t want to call it hate. Although you despise words that were spoken. Words of thoughts, Words of passion, Even words of love. The little ticks and twitches got to you
Cerulean, robin's egg, azure. The serenity, peace, and still of a quiet evening. Rose, blush, coral. The day's foibles, joys, and wonders cross my memory. Gold, fire, brass.
I want to be a barbie I want to be a fresh out the box Accessories not included Anatomically in correct Manufactured in the flesh Rubber in the chest Barbie Mark me made by Mattel
There are some drives Down the open flat of The coast highway, where we had hair Whipping against our cheeks, stinging, As the effect never shown in pictures.
We put people in boxes And we say You must be THIS way. We put people in boxes Crammed in. Like contortionists. But without flexibility.
In the beginning, There was a God for all A fierce parent Loving and righteous. But men bent him In their own image- A lily-white God with blond hair Fair and beautiful And biased.
Red, yellow, black, white It don't matter what you are you shine like a star
Color me anything Anything at all A vibrant gold wave Or a tinselly silver Christmas red and green Or daffodil yellow It doesn’t matter what As long as you can see it
I was hated before I was born. I knew scorn before the sun kissed my skin. Am I a sin? Even as a child I could see This world was not made for me. Its like they can only see in white and black
On the first day we met you became my reeve, It was the color you had shown that was perceived. It was a splash of green, a dash of blue and a bouquet of red, You would have had me at hello, if that is all you had said.
You act as if a crown lies on your head and a gavel rests in your hand – as if people were born just to serve under you and obey your every command Reality will strip you of your illusion
There is a beautiful woman down the street. She owns the cafe, known for her delightful treats. No one knew more- But she led a secret life through the entrance of the moor.
The Colour of War is not Red By R. M. Otto
I'm what?!? Oh you say i'm weird as in erie, different, or abnormal, right? Does it bother you.... you know, that i'm not like you or your crew Am i offending you? Well sorry to hear that!
Everything used to be so black and white Suits that men wore, the color on a T.V. screen, The photographs that took hours to print. But so were the beliefs of our countrymen. It was either black or white—no gray area.
The long and painful march stopped by the batons and dogs, Some attempted to flee, while others struggled brutally, Jim Crows counts his days; be hanged by the rope of justice,
We live in peace with each person and every other, but why did we fought because of ones color. Looking back in the past will answer our question, but history tells many tales and suggestions.
Don't Let Anyone tell you that race is Important. for it is simply - Superficial.
We are the people of this world We are the people of America What are rights? Does rights have a color, a ethnic a gender, a race? NO Rights are something that is given but yet earned.
My God isn't her god, Isn't His God, Isn't your God. My God has a different name, a different form, and claim to fame.
There’s Segregation with dark skin and light skin and everything in between I really don’t think this was Martin’s dream He wanted one nation, one people, one heart But instead we have our own blood tearing each other apart
"This one is from your little sister," said my mom as she handed over the gift -
Yellow is the sun Shining bright and true. Yellow is the color That makes up a palette brew. Yellow can be hot Like the sun shining bright. Yellow can be cool Like the lights I see at night.
Magical, powerful makes me feel different, And at the same time timid and miniscule. Like the sea in the morning right at dawn, Or when it’s going down at dusk. Like a nickel, dime or quarter,