Red

We live in a world with fellow humans

each with our unique hues, tones, shades.

We Have many colours, with many flaws and embracing traits

I am mixed race which was hard to understand as a child

My white skinned class mates called me a half cast

It made me ashamed of what I look like on the outside

How could I only be half when everyone else is full mast

It took many many years to understand we are all mixed race!

We all descend further back than we could possibly find

Our colours make us who we are

Our emotions allow us to feel and say what we think

We spin like a hologram in the night

Many facets, many rays, rarer than a diamond

Reflecting the whole spectrum

Strumming with a plectrum

We seem to highlight the differences in each other

And criticise what we do not know, only ends in trouble

To be accepted in this colourful world

First we must accept our own true selves

Deep down we actually are not that different

Except some have acres of space and some not even a shelf

Look a little deeper at the ever-reliant moon

ceasing to exist without the sun,

there are so many clues

The right to believe in your own Prophecy

How can we understand future Philosophies

We are unique, to a certain degree

The intricacy of each iris is clear to see

No two fingerprints are identical not even twins

Eventful team work leads to more wins

Every single one of incubated by a mother

When we arrive and scream we need lots of cuddles

Then as we grow we craft our own bubble

So it hurts less when we run into trouble

To those who are colour blind

You are already advanced,

As you don’t need the proof

of colour to understand

That spectrum exists right across the board

Claret drawn one encounter with a sword

What binds and bonds us ultimately

is just one simple colour

purer than gold, fertile and bold

Ensures as it runs we are not cold

No matter which way I seem to observe

When we cut, we all bleed

Compression and TLC a basic need

What is the shade after we’ve bled?

I’m pretty sure that colour is always red

An array, A spectrum

Projecting in many ways

Continually counting

the months, weeks & days

Even if it appears a little duller

Red is ultimately really the only colour

Sonia Strong