Red, orange, yellow
Green, blue, indigo, violet
Fair reflecting arch
Against a dark and brooding sky
Bouncing back the sun's bright light

we saluted the flag that morning
we sat down that morning
we all partook in class that morning
we all slept a bit too long that morning

tune it out, try to
distort the frequency
forget the consequence

you can't pay for **** like this on tv anymore

I saw a rainbow, 

Looking at our dreadful situation. 

You notice the colors it gives,

But,
It's the inverted smile I see, 

Like happiness faltering to its curve,

Just masking it with ROYGBIV.

Even so,
It never fails to share every hue, 

To lift every mouths to grin,

And to give color to the greyscale scene.

Anyone can marry their high school sweetheart. Don't try to sell me on your watered down version of a fairy tale. Like it's some sort of an accomplishment, locking yourself in a dark room and pretending there isn't an entire world out there. That's like painting with only one color the rest of your life. I want to experience first hand every aspect the rainbow has to offer. I want to know how red and yellow make me feel. I want to try green on for a summer. I want to be absolutely sure that orange isn't for me. I want to find just the right version of blue. I'll spend the rest of my life searching the depths of the earth for deep violet if it means I'll never settle for the first color I tried on. By the time you realize you're over red, I'll be well on my way to indigo horizons.

My pens and pencils neatly arranged.
From largest to smallest.
From shortest to tallest.

My markers perfectly aligned.
ROYGBIV.
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Indigo
Violet
Rule­ to live by.
In order of the Rainbow.
Aesthetically pleasing.
Perfect.

My erasers meticulously stacked.
widest to thinnest.

My pencil case empty.
The teacher approaches the board.
I grab a number two pencil from the small end.
(get the weak out of the way)
I am ready to go.
Ready for action.
Prepared for anything and everything.

James comes up to my desk, grabs it with two hands and shakes it.
My masterpiece crashes to the ground.
I was not prepared for that.
He laughs.
I cry.
                                                                                                                        Whaddya have to do that for?

i like to be wise with my beautiful brown eyes
my thick thighs and my voluptuous size
fruit flies sticking to me cause i'm so sweet
i make the beats but dont eat that red meat
sensitive but calm and super duper collected
will get you wrapped around my finger, kid
pinky promises is how i keep it real
drinkin' tall boys, always breakin' the seal
addicted to my flavor, youll be on dis fashionistaquena
part puerto rican, but got money but not enough lend ya
crowds call my name and it keeps on echoin'
famous like the amos cookies, keep my green in a tin
i'm so frickin' visual, ROYGBIV colors make me trip all day
so vib-rant, i spy a red ant and rainbows are the color "gay"
lets collaborate, take your hands & drop all the hate, i just ate...
chips and dip, my lip ring fell out so i put in a paperclip
bobbypin in my hair, my lion locks
i'm like uffie "i pop the glocks"

Fireworks that spray paint
brain matter and bits of tongue
like obscenities in a bathroom stall.
Spray paint everything yellow.
Own everything. Burn everything.
**** everything. Invade it;
infect it, vivisect your name
as an iron-on patch into it's guts.
Stitch it in close to something necessary.
A little bit of everything dies.
Anything that can be possessed,
umbrella of oppressions.
Prancing.
You'd make me cry just to see if it's possible.
You'd push me off the edge to see how close I am.
You'd push me off the edge to see how fast I fall.
You'd step on my fingers to see if they bleed.
You'd stomp in my teeth to see if they crack.
You'd spit on the corpse to see if it hydrates.
Cartwheeling.
Anything abrasive, anything slightly toxic,
something disgusting to indulge in.
**** the gardens, **** the rivers and lakes;
Died in a boar's den,
died in the stomach of a volcano,
gave it three days and decided
death suits one just fine.
Pieces
of
dishes
stuck between your toes.
A rainbow in violent undertones,
the ROYGBIV of slashing motions.
Tax exempt.
Cartwheeling.
A little bit of everything dies.

There is not always a rainbow after the rain
Storm after storm, I feel the same.
There goes the sun, I still see dim.
He walks with a candle, and blew it as he came.
Terrified, to never see a light again.

God so loved the world that She....
Gave Her only son; duh
She also turned our feeble existence into a barren, destitute and flood soaked wasteland
But then came the Rainbow
Her Rainbow
Her plea to humanity for forgiveness
Love spelt out in ROYGBIV
The sky glimmered with the foreshadowing of the ultimate form of sacrificial love
Let my heart be ensnared by Her Rainbow
Her grace came at great cost so mine wouldn't have to

Triarchyness
I am human and triarchyness is I
it is everything I stand for
it is how I dive, slide, and ride
this crazy thing called life that's mine.
I am human and triarchyness is me
it is the ROYGBIV goggles from which I see.
At the core
it is my values, beliefs, opinions and more
it is the guiding force behind my closing or opening of doors.
I am human and through the fire and the bliss
I will forever maintain my triarchyness.

Society sees us as black and white,
Good or bad,
Wrong or right,
Even their shades of gray are seen as improper and strange and not right.

But I am not black or white and
I am not those shades of gray,
I am bent light.

I strive when it's rainy and shine high and bright
I am the small ray of rainbow light,
A ROYGBIV full of life.

Even if they say I'm too blinding,
I'll keep on shining and I won't conform.
I’ll blind them with my radiating pride.
I won't let the world see me in black and white.