Sometimes I feel like my life is based off of a box of crayons.
My mood changes with every crayon God picks up to color in the pages of a book.
A story. My story.
He picks up a pink, and lightly touches the page, creating little hearts that symbolizes my love.
He sketches me raising my hands above.
Reaching toward the heavens and smiling up to the sky.
In the wind, my hair flies. In my tummy, he draws butterflies.
He flips the page, and picks up a blue,
cause if there's happiness, there's sorrow too.
He scratches away at the page symbolic to my confusion and sadness.
Only life itself can cause such madness.
He picks up a white, to this color I can relate.
It's looked over so many times, so all it does is wait.
It waits to be used by the beautiful hands of my creator only to be used once and never looked at again.
But then there's black, yet another color that I can relate to again.
Yes it's different, a lot different than white.
It's used for many things, not just for coloring the sky at night.
It reminds me of where I came from, how my ancestors were used because of this.
They were treated like this color was a sin.
They were treated like shit because of the pigment in their skin.
He then flipped the page and snatched up the red.
Scribbling on the page, makin the red bloody as it looks on the dead.
Rage formed into my life as I sit and watch this page rip away from my book.
People being killed everywhere I look.
I quickly flipped the page, please leave this page be.
Its blank, and clear. Clean as you can see.
Let's start all over, and make things better. Fresh.
Lets start with the color of my flesh.
Lets see this color for why it is beautiful.
Lets cover this page until its full.
Yellow for the sun. Green for the grass.
Orange and violet for the flowers that will always last.
Lets make a pretty picture that I can always escape to.
From all the craziness that life has put me through.
God let this page be the last to my story.
Let it be the place where I have no worries.
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Spoken Word: My Poems and Thoughts
PoetryMy Poems and Thoughts just like the title states. I just felt that I should share them with everyone. So read it and I hope you enjoy it. Give me feedback. I need as much feedback as possible. And leave topics to write about. I might get some ideas...
