IN THE MIX

Every single color combination you can think

Can be tatted and ink

Does it tell your story or exemplify your dreams?

Each symbol, each stroke, each shade is redeemed

You have the RGB, CMYK, HBA

All have a number in a database

Will you simply be a number in a stack?

Or can you pull yourself from hell and back?

They say the world is black and white

But not all were born in darkness and shown the light

So why can't black give radiance?

And why can't white give shadiness?

Now we're in the mix

My color, my skin, my features, my bends

Things are absorbed, refracted, reflected, transmitted

Yet we never know what's truly in it

Now here’s the kick and flip

I cherish my skin and my big lips

I’m considered Black but my tone is Brown

But my name’s not Charlie so can’t say that now

We walk in the world with other shades around

Yet we have a different background

Now I’m feeling more proud with others with my tint

Looking cool in my clothes, breezy like a peppermint

I got scars, scratches, acne, vitiligo

All of this makes up me, a person, the people

So I work with what I’ve been given

For God is the artist, no detail is missin’

Not every color combination makes white or black

Can still be easily tat as a matter of fact

Letting each piece say its peace

Now I’m in the mix, not a regret from me