blue people

i couldn’t cry enough tears to show you what it means to be born blue.

not through melody or songs i sing if your eyes aren’t open could i make you see the vibrant pink beneath my being

or hear the orange tones in my lyric although you feel it in your spirit as it brightens; becomes divine intertwined indigo, violet violently aligning your spine it redifines us

recognize your pride convert to green hazes and hide the many faces left paving roads to higher places

if only you can see it, the kaleidoscope spirit.