Art is naught a color
Color imitates perception
My Sex U Ali Tea
Left a bitter aftertaste
I become the very words
You use with sticks and stones
I'm the opposite of superstition
a study in contradiction
Most of my family
Only pretend to love me
When in unity
They say great things
But behind the scenes
My back remains
Filled with dismissive hierarchy
Naught is art
Perception is color
Use your sticks
To study contradiction
©dapharoah69
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THE SEASONAL TREE (BOOK III of Poetry)
PoetryThird collection of poetry I've written from a source of experience, love, heartbreak, joy, happiness and pain. It chronicles my life in my 30s as an openly bisexual black male, finding his way. ↘️↘️↘️⬇️⬇️⬇️↙️↙️↙️ Photo credit from paintingwithdiam...
