Not about
Not seeing color
Azul
But we could
Start with teaching
The difference
In school
Not to make them afraid
But to make them
To think
Love each other
Learning how
We just do what we do
And I write to her too
‘Cause I knew
How she wanted
To truly see through
And this drew me
Ensnared
All my visions
Impaired
And my barren wastelands
Inundated
With scared
She could be
Happily
What I take to the grave
On a faraway day
When the lights
Go away
And for all of oblivion
With me she’d stay