I was told of its hue I couldn't see it myself But I was not blind, But made not to see I was told and made to hear I was told and forced to hear I was told not to see
They told me of its complexion More yellow than a sunset, they said But redder than hell it can be Fair it can be its reward Mighty its wrath, they had said
But who decides I asked And wondered I, this for long And tried to see Tried to understand But again, at every turn I was told to hear I was told not to ask I was told the color It is yellow and red White and black Only this they told me, And told to moved on.
And I moved on Moved on to my woes of life But I found it to be blue, Not just red and yellow White or black I saw, I saw what it can be I was not told I saw
But I am not mad at those that made me only hear For it is them that made my eyes inquire Inquire and see Inquire and understand, That there are more hues than I was told. That there is a spectrum to what everything can be. More to imagine and do if only we imagine and see ,Imagine and do.
Thank you for giving me your time And I know its not coherent But i have stg to say