black, white, grey,
thousands of shades
life is colorless
raindrops are virtually invisible,
so are tears
one day,
walking down a grey street,
nodding at grey people
color hits like bomb
Red
Heels
On a woman never see by
The greyscale before
Then, things start to show in color,
The world is brought to the mid-1960s
Prismacolor, Technicolor, beautiful
She is light-skinned, Puerto Rican-Dominican.
Long, flowing black hair,
Curvaceous and beautiful
Kindly, gently handling an old woman,
Helping her cross the street.
What the heck
Do I have to do
For you to
See me
Too.