what if colors don’t define an emotion or a feeling? will there be love versus hatred? or joy versus sadness? or even success versus failure?
what if black is simply black and doesn’t mean a thing? will there be a clamor for unity and equality? what if white is simply white and doesn’t mean a thing? will there be superiors and privileged ones?
I wonder how one race can mean so many things to so many different people, believing that to be accepted means to belong to a certain group, a certain color
I wonder how one mind, one soul, one heart can be diversely different, contradictory, and multifaceted, cut in multiple angles reflecting many faces
will the world be a better place, if colors are simply colors?
how far can my poetry go
that I will never know
I pray it goes way beyond
beyond the gaps of my bleeding lines
farther than my thoughts could travel
louder than my rhythm could utter
faster than my verses could tickle
but one thing for sure though
know my dear
and every verses
is filled with magical wishes
of desiring to be where you are
right at the moment
the very moment
my poetry bleeds for you
in as much as my soul longs for yours
just like the deep dark clouds
that one huge rain
turns into a one giant downpour