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Our neighbourhood was Black; Unknown and Mysterious. The people -- Red, And I -- was Blue. How can a color so different... Mix with the rest? They've seen my heart.. they've seen it alright. They said it was Grey. a color they treated to be   Unknown. a vision of my true intentions Compromised. But I knew, inside of me, I knew I knew that Black and White was a feeling-- a feeling they shoved down on me an attempt to saturate me a feeling that I could no longer stand. I paint. I paint with the colors the world has shoved down on me. And I think-- Will the world ever see me? But just when I've ran out-- I've been saturated; Touched with the fire and energy of Red. Like sunsets where the Orange meets the Blue, I painted a Lilac sky. And the neighbourhood I once knew was Black, Is now my White.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC
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Our neighbourhood was Black; Unknown and Mysterious. The people -- Red, And I -- was Blue. How can a color so different... Mix with the rest? They've seen my heart.. they've seen it alright. They said it was Grey. a color they treated to be   Unknown. a vision of my true intentions Compromised. But I knew, inside of me, I knew I knew that Black and White was a feeling-- a feeling they shoved down on me an attempt to saturate me a feeling that I could no longer stand. I paint. I paint with the colors the world has shoved down on me. And I think-- Will the world ever see me? But just when I've ran out-- I've been saturated; Touched with the fire and energy of Red. Like sunsets where the Orange meets the Blue, I painted a Lilac sky. And the neighbourhood I once knew was Black, Is now my White.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC
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