A colorful fate.

A colorful fate, my dear

I pray.

Colors bleed, my tears

Run gray.

Paint a landscape

Of fate and Faith.

Blood blue in our veins

Blue and gray like the rain.

No matter the depth or tones,

Our skin or stars glow.

Still run red,

When it is shed.

Ocean blue reflecting

Sky’s hue Deflecting

Oceans of red

Blood’s hue Perplexing

Depths of sorrow and sea.

daily monotony.

(Un)Just categorize,

Symbolise

Who

They think we are.

Who

They want us to be.

Becomes who we are

In theory.

To fit into a box

X marks the spot

Where our colors

Are buried

Beneath reality

But our Tears Reflect

clear clarity

Salt, water, and screams

Sow the stardust

That Bares the shoulds vs. the must

The Soul vs. the trust

Whose reflection we see.

Staring back at you and me.

Colors of our souls survive

If you dig deep, To sow and try

To raise them up To Recognise

How To push past survival of the fittest

And richest, to thrive.

It’s hope that breaks

The mold of Who.

The color brings me back to

You.