Roses are colored red
Also can be blue
Artificial dyes turn white ones
Into shades of every hue
A silly note I wrote after I found a rainbow pen at work hahaha
Dark clouds cover cold
Golden hay shines like the Sun
And colors become
One with the grey eternal
A flood of song into one
I'm sitting at my desk after a math test
And on my math test, I really tried my best,
But now, thank god, I get to rest
And play with my colored pencils.
I feel like it's been so much time
since I've written in colored pencil rhyme,
But I find, it really is sublime
Writing in something other than monochrome grey.
As I sit and gaze at my pencil collection,
I am realizing that it has turned to obsession,
But there are twelve colored pencils for three stanza perfection,
So, for poetry's sake, I guess it's okay.
I actually did write this the first time in colored pencils after a math test.
the colored light forms the hours
time ticking away
there is nothing left for this day
but i cannot go to sleep
for i always have light on me
you can’t unplug me either,
because then you cannot wake up
i can’t wait for the power to go out forever.
Are you proud of me darling
That I didn’t give into the flesh
Even with those pills popped
Her pants dropped
I still had the fortitude to deny her requests
And in that moment I was so high
Off of prescriptions I was too drunk to pronounce
I think they were hydro- wait
hold on a secontt
No, I can stand just give me a-
I’m not even that draank calm down
Even with the room spinning
My consciousness fading
My heart closed my eyes and turned me around
Sweetheart are you proud
That the list of my goals and ambitions
Is stained by your lipstick
To be honest, all of my dreams are too hard to see through these rose colored glasses
But they’re my greatest asset
And if I ever removed them...
Even just to catch up on some sleep
I might give up.
I might give up on you
and my family and friends
and my cat- I know I don’t have one yet
but these rose colored dreams... so delightful-
Alright, I’ll remove them for a verse
Kiddo, am I proud?
I am not noble in turning away those who show interest in me because..
Because you aren’t mine
And I’m stuck in this delusion that everything will be fine
If I give it my all and move to LA
Chase after rose colored dreams until they lose their color someday.
No- I know that I could waste the entirety of my existence chasing after your perfection
You’d think by now I would have learned my lesson.
But if you really do admire me like you say
And if distance is the only thing prying our hearts away
Then I’ll throw away this life-
I’ll turn down tempting lasses
And I’ll chase after you with my rose colored glasses
You love like my cell phone camera trying to focus. I want it to focus on a certain apple in the tree but the camera always wants to focus on the Apple next to it. Annoying, it is. I’m not sad that my camera is focusing on the Apple next to the other Apple because this Apple is actually in better shape than the others. This Apple is perfectly colored red with a small, pale yellow patch on the side.
I am colored
I became colored
It's exclusively a colored town
Rode through the town
Never lived there
Enjoy the show
I liked it
I belonged to them
A little colored girl
In my heart
As well as in the mirror
I am not tragically colored
I do not mind
I am the grand daughter
Suffered a sea change
It fails to register
Depression with me
Slavery is the price
I paid for civilization
Was not with me
To be won
Nothing to be lost
I feel most colored
When I am thrown against
A sharp white background
I feel discriminated against
It doesn't make me angry
He has only heard
What I have felt
We have in common
He is far away
I see him but
Dimly across the ocean
Continents that have fallen
Is painted red and yellow
Is painted blue
I have no race
I am me
To no race
I am the eternal feminine
Pour out the contents
There is discovered
A jumble of small things
Priceless and worthless
A bit of colored glass
More or less
dear young black girls,
i'm sorry that you cannot turn on the TV and see black female role models.
i'm so sorry that you are constantly being shamed for your natural features.
sorry that you're constantly under the pressure to comply with eurocentric beauty standards.
your skin color is a blessing.
your hair is beautiful.
do not change anything about yourself for the sake of the way society views you.
dear young black boys,
i'm sorry that your constantly seen as a threat to those around you.
i'm so sorry that you cannot gather in in a group with all of your peers without the fear that you're going to be accused of doing wrong.
sorry that society will someday see you as a "deadbeat dad" and someone who won't be able to provide for himself, much less his family.
your skin color is beautiful.
ignore everyone, keep up the good work, you will be successful.
you bleed the same color as every other human being on this planet and i am so sorry that has not yet been recognized after how many years?
you are loved, you are wonderful, you are talented, you are unique.
follow your dreams.
fight for your beliefs.
stand your ground.
justice will be served.
change will come.