Like an optical prism
I am multidimensional
Light passes through me
My colors, intentional
My frequency vibrates
Higher than conventional
I will not conform
I’ll forever be questionable
But these colors don’t clash
They leave viewers impressionable
My colors, a reflection
Of what’s truly inevitable
The spectrum we can’t see
Is infinitely measurable
We must open our minds
To see what’s unmentionable
Every shade has complexions
And each complexion, exceptional
When infused with light
Each complexion is pleasurable
Diffuse all the darkness
And no longer be miserable
We are beings of light
No longer invisible
Our colors unite us
That’s basic principle
We are all one
Together
Invincible
About the Creator
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