I am brown living in a world of color black spirits filling my heart with shadows of grey experiences of how life should be but these colors live in me
The words I speak are seen in purple flowers on the canvas of many ears calling for shelter from the storms arising in the aqua green seas of dreams to be something great only to lay in the tan pastures of predetermined manifestation of an elite society
But the firey orange sun rise each day brings hope of a new dawn on the stained mirror of the scenery of hands making a blue red yellow illusion in the sky for life to live again within me
So today as the bronze goals in which I stand on with a vivid foresight of being the woman that is greater than glazed polished tangerine colored satisfactions of this grand title of American queen these are the colors that bind the rainbow we see
It lives and it is what is called WE !!!🌈
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