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Colour Blind

By Leon Ellis Moore

By Leon Ellis MoorePublished 5 years ago 2 min read

A long line of men

On my father’s side

Came down from the glen

Colour blind

A colourblind hand me down

The legacy

Of my great great, grand daddy all the way to me

Like all the rest, I failed the Rorschach test with Lemon zest

Looking for numbers was a dragon quest

‘Cept I’m not blind to colours

I see different to others

Sisters are brothers

The gift in the curse pulled back the covers

Unique

What my eyes see naturally

Freak

to you, but not to me

You say Raspberry Beret

I holler Deep Purple and David Gray

2

On the vast blue sea

I see that boat a beautiful pea

This wisdom is Sage uh-huh, and sets me free

To be different, joyously

I can still feel blue

Just like you

feel me, vividly, Tone and Hue?

White with fear

And Yellow with dread

Go for green and pick amber instead

Man I can get angry and then

I see red

My imperfection a prism upon reflection

Of ists and isms that fight for expression

Your canvas is blank until you paint upon it

It’s not a welcome matte, it’s a vibrant palette,

No place for hate, indigo create a sonnet

A Vermillion words and deeds sowing stronger seeds

Don’t you know it?

3

A brown man

is

Yellow and Tan

The blackest black woman Ebony

Amazing the optical depth of polarity

Satinned white knights

Tricks of light

In Van Gogh’s starry night

Blazing flowers in a violet haze

The Aura The Aurora

The colour wheel in amazing ways

The Kaleidoscope

The Spectrum

The whole tonal envelope

And the big baize drum

Is felt, not seen

Lavender fields

Lilac trees

Honey Bees

Golden Brown

Chiaroscuro (Noun)

4

When you see colour like a melody,

The light and the dark work in harmony

A concert where the song becomes a symphony

In the Orangey waters of vitamin C

For my eyes to drown in sensationally

Seeing constituent parts become works of art born of a Rainbow nation

That’s how I Rose, tickled pink, from station to station

How the cat got the Cream

Above the Bronze and Silver to the Golden seam

Bordeaux Flow

The crimson tide

Like you, it’s red I bleed

From the rains in the veins on the inside

My Colour is not blind

I see it

More vividly, a special, different kind

I don’t detect a defect

It’s Braver to savour

Regardless of race

Regardless of creed

being colour blind

Thank you legacy

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About the Creator

Leon Ellis Moore

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