True Colours

The time has come

At 10°02' Solaris has taken her place

The moon poised she glows with her silver hum,

Whole though physically distant

Counterparts dance in a trance

With every sway entrusted in our fate

A rainbow is bestowed upon hearts that have hollowed

The way of the universe is done, a dynasty follows

A gift, the purest form of life

True colours through you, I have survived

Minds copulate with kaleidoscopes

A sight to see

The iridescence from my aura begets many too many a close

I am the daughter of coloureds, valuable I am gold

Yellow skin, the calm that barricades the sea

Blue I am the reflection of the lowest point to the sky

True colours through you, I have survived

Everlasting the pattern I am in goes around comes around revolves like the rings of Saturn

Yet through so many fails Chaos’s flag, brightest white

Sits upright towards my will to thrive

Blackness, void, exploited and ravaged,

Even with missing Scarlett, my ancestors made this happen

Beyond 300 years, to the existence of 300 months,

I now am free to be alive

Red I navigated beside you, for my world to subside

True colours through you, I have survived

Featherweight springs of copper

Comical how it grows from my roots

Orang-utan orange, thick strong as bamboo

To think I’ve altered my crown into many hues

Call me a grasshopper for colours

Snaps, claps and celebrations photographs to elevations wherever I’d go

Comical how my hatred for being a Firefox wore off

For I am foolish, to try and replace my crown to be someone I am not

Green, nature will not allow herself to be archived

True colours through you, I have survived

Entrapment and I, we have our quarrel

For my love for self is first, entrapment and I must say our goodbyes

10 fingers, 10 toes, 3 eyes Indigo touched as clear as night

The divine and tarot, wherever they go I always follow

Violet makes up the colours of that flag I wear

Violence an action they force upon my people, regardless we still fight as love lives here

Those who judge counterfeit morals from hate

Their cursed barrels hold no weight, it's already too late

So long Entrapment you no longer take any space within me to build sorrow

Chaotic, a meteorological phenomenon

red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet

I am a spectrum of 7, a reflection of the elements bond

Adorned, a product of pure light

True colours through you, I have survived.