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.