MY COLOR

I am the color of the teen they counted out in statistics

making a couple listings

by becoming a mother young

I am the color of..

The kid killed with no weapon

by those sworn in to protect him

But instead of rejecting the best of life

just seeing red

ready to dive in head first to the blackest

part of my soul

instead i see the rose that grows through concrete

and all its cousins

flowers busting through the cracks of their hardships

backs arching,

feeling the warmth of light after knowing darkness

who knew they had the strength to travel farthest

from loss and the cost of living

instead of lost and livid

I'm of the garden that learned to Love and Jug jaded

accepting life being honest

in a whisper that life isn't promised

I am the color of her....

who walked in marches alongside those that don't look like me

hearing the live chatter

yelling my life matters

It was the collection of colors

painting the same picture

now news just in

time applied and its Justice

just in time to save nations last breath of hope

and culp with the fact it took colors to move a Nation

past segregation and patterns of modern enslavement

Together we are clarity in tears of joy

that stream down cheeks of different shades

made to give a different stripe on our rainbow

how can we stay low

when some bring rhythm of drums

or tunes carrying rhythms of blues

or flutes and violins

how can we stop stuck in the midst when

we live together in rock, pop, and hip hop

tunes and choose a color painting

pictures we escape in

that tell stories of experiences

not stopping at experiments of likeness explosions of spices

and smells just adding something different

that fills the frame of life

i should be the jaded type

But i'm one of the few that

choose a path less walked

crossed by those that don't just see in Black & White

But the Love in colors some lack in life

seeing the colors and loving it...makes us different