If I could paint My feelings for you I would use blue, For all the hardship we went through Red, burning passion Remember those roses I gave you in old fashion? Green for past jealousy The fear someone could come between you and me Yellow for our optimism and joy Everything we were about to destroy Purple for the present dread and fear The cause of our failure ever so clear An abstract painting it would be All this clash of emotion don’t you agree? Once finished I’d cover it in black I’d destroy it and never look back A colour symbolizing the hole That you left within my soul
Dark chocolatey skin bears the flag of red Coloured, a sin; these feelings are cultivated and bred So they're brought to toil on white soil Reminiscing the scent of their native land, the sweet patchouli oil. As they trudge through barren land, lost hope and ****** soles mark their path This coloured discrimination instigates fair feelings of wrath A helplessly agitated mind and yet they stand still With wistful eyes, devoid of their free will. At night, they sing to themselves songs of a land far away As they drift off to a restless sleep, dreaming of being back there someday Scalding feelings of entitlement and vengeance have taken birth and clouded minds Working on indigo and cotton fields, on merriment and mirth have been drawn white blinds. No matter how clean the records, the message is loudly heard "When looked upon as a blue jay, you can never be a mockingbird" These words passed down through generations deny them their say Day to night and night to day but time couldn't change the black man's dismay. Wanted is colour in life but shunned is coloured life This clash of colours holds no value, only adding on to people's strife So while i stand here trying to fathom out the meaning of it all I hope, someday, realisation will take down this coloured wall.