The Stoic in Me by Keyon Brown

Start writing... My world is beautiful in black and gray

There are no emotions

Like anger, or fear

No worries of what the world throws my way

I can’t stand colors

The brightness hurts my eyes

Blue makes me sad and makes me want to cry

While pink makes me “head over heels”, begging for a lover

But, I love black and gray

They are objective

And are a wisdom to a hidden truth

Knowing that in me, my happiness will never sway

Its as simple as black and gray

Plain as the gray clouds floating in the white sky

Colorful like white stars accentuated by the black die

They give me a peek of the real agenda in this materialistic life

Is it red, blue, or green?

Will it evoke negative emotions in my stoic brain?

Can it make me even more upset and force me to complain?

In the end, at what risk of love will I begin to doublethink?

I’m going to stick to my dull, boring, black and gray

Forget about money, lust, and entitlement

I want whatever the universe gives me in this environment

I only have one response every trial, so I’ll refuse any other emotion everyday