
Authenticity.
It’s the shade that shines the truth in me,
Cool rays of light transparency,
Colours of rainbow the eye can’t see.
The History.
Of black and white that resides in me,
The choice to choose consistently,
Acceptance of duality.
Loving tones of blues and whites,
That pave the way thru our darkest nights,
The hopeful everlasting fight,
To redeem our most authentic rights.
Freedom to express my colour,
Ignites my fire like no other.
The yellow solar plexus shine,
That connects me to the pure divine.
Authentically I have no tone,
My vibration seems enough alone.
I simple view myself as hue,
The authentic truth i see in you.




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