kinemacolor

a million shades to the human condition

our existence

our essence

refractions of brilliance

a million tones to the human spirit

& a million more ways to process our pain

allow it to stain our hearts

or tie-dye our souls

a million hues to love

to laughter

to memories

& some sweet hereafter

polychromatic symphonies of beauty

of sin & of sinners

of triumph

of losers & of winners

but some of us reside in a colourless world

haunted by grays & high contrast rage

fixated on antiquity, on pearls

desaturated by lies, by half-truths

instead of looking for the prism within

they concern themselves with one source

one colour



one

your skin

they classify, antagonize & victimize

a belief in a colour conspiracy - a hierarchy

where the worth of your soul isn’t the rainbow contained within it

but the colour that imprisons it

we’ve fought wars over it

died in the streets from it

shot in our beds by it

say their names because of it

because we have the audacity

to live by the colour of our hearts

rather than the colour of our skin