If I gave birth to my pain
What color would she be?
Our veins press blue
Against our flesh
But we all bleed blue you see
Neither black nor white
Are colors
Yet racism seems to need
Skin shades segregated
Defining culture, class and creed
If roses are red
And violets are blue
Why can't humans accept
Their many sacred hues
Their many sacred truths
The ears of the Divine
Why must we in Black and White
Attempt to define?
Full spectrum
of the Rainbow
An artist color dream
To see color
In full palette
Without the need to scheme
Cryogenically frozen
Posed but never posing
Honoring lines
I never would have chosen
What does it mean to be white and outspoken?
Limitations need to be broken
Black, brown and red
Have a right to be hoping
What does the color of skin
Have to do with devotion?
We are an ocean of thought
A cacophony of sound
The Divine rests somewhere
Beyond the profound
White power is the undesirable factor
Oppression and greed
The chemical reactor
The power of the Sun
Can set out souls on fire
It is both simple and complex
Raise our vibration higher
The color of sound
Is the correct frequency
We should find our knees
And do it more frequently
Think about the spaces
Our thoughts have been frequenting
This is the Age Aquarius
And we're still behaving freakishly
Finding darkness in the details
Disease is in the entrails
Floating through the air waves
Just waiting for people to breathe
What is the color of Free?
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