
The day they tie blue and red flags together to blend some purp.
The day our views aren’t just black or white— we’ll see in color.
And as a child I grew in the gray, just between two hues.
Faintly remembered family members as I’m torn in two.
Black grandma; a Black Panther, white grandma; Klan's member.
Schools been desegregated but still we separated.
Class color and creed, don’t mix whites with darks they bleed.
How brain washed are we? To say he’s "white" when he talks like me.
Topics regarding color, I would just brushed past it.
Hoping I could blend it if focused less where contrast is.
But now that I’m older I see the world is color coded.
That black and white image is out of date and it's out of focus.



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