Favorite Jazz Brush

Written by She’a S. Cobb

It’s a messy business

being gifted color,

But a little bit goes a long way.

Rocking cut up attire

with a flare of desire,

Walking bare foot

Yea it’s been a long day.

for the mercy that doesn’t hurt me

You all in my way.

I’ve got some things

I think I need to create.

Let me fill in the space!

Red blacks and browns

you must be blind or can’t see.

We rock way more color than that,

and you hear it every time we sing.

You seen the tv lately?

Still waving the confederate flag,

America at its worse.

They still fighting over who got next?!

Covid hit, and now we mourning the morning,

we can paint better than this.

Color over my whole soul,

orange to help me breath;

the shade of healing.

if I splash the sky wit it,

brush it regal purple;

the hue of what we truly are.

Not here to make it make sense,

put a pencil to the pad,

and bleed out a rhyme.

Color make it make sense,

so go ahead, and dim the light a bit,

I guess were far too bright!

Been moving in color,

since my younger days,

and I won’t be afraid,

to make a (lido) funky mistake

So, forgive me,

for being in bloom.

What’s a border line

to a Gemini

Another lie or honest truth?

I’m a color you

Cupids love as endless

and catch the holy ghost.

Color you, cuz we won’t survive like this!

The Color of my people

Divinity aint equal.

Its lethal, whew its lethal

Walking like Egyptian sands,

In sediments, I hold on to my igneous

Who am I, to limit me?

Color me, color me,

color me free.