Color

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What people called others of different skin tones other than white
What people take advantage of
What people can't see
What people use to express themselves
Color is a gift and also a curse
Colors fade from fashion and appearance
Colors have wheels
Colors compliment each other
Colors hurt our eyes
Colors are the basis of judgement
They decide if we like something
Or maybe Hate something
But overall color is something I can't afford to lose
I can't afford to lose purple or black my favorite colors
I can't afford to leave these in the past
They make who I am and have shaped me
They've done so by bonding with friends over these colors
I wear black every day
If not on my clothes in my eyes
My pupils are always black
Whether narrowed in disgust
Or dilated in infatuation
They are always black
Surrounded by an ugly mess of grey-blue eyes
No I'm not British
I just like "grey" better than gray
More appealing...
But.
These grey-blue eyes of mine are the windows to my soul
"Oh how cliché"
You call out
Well guess what bitch it's true
I've never been one to hide my feelings
I may be a compulsive liar but only through words
My eyes hold the truth at all times
If I say I'm fine and I look upset I'm upset
If I say I'm happy you'll know
My eyes will tell you if I truly am
I may smile but just tell me to look at you
I've lied a lot recently to myself mostly
And these hurt me
Mostly because I have no reason to lie
I don't know why I do it
I just embellish details to seem better than
Because I act confident but I'm just scared
Always will be
Because my color describes me
I'm just another white guy
Because I am. I can't escape that
They can assume whatever they want
But I know that I don't understand the black experience.
The Latino experience.
The Asian experience.
All I understand is me.
And wait I know
"Why did he say black for African Americans but Latino and Asian for the other too"
Because truthfully they are not African American.
They didn't just immigrate. Unless they did then that's different but still..
I can't find a better word than black and I'm sure as hell not using African American people to a culture that didn't have a choice whether to come
That's not my place.
So I will continue to say black until someone thinks of a more appropriate word
But again these colors define us.
And I'm sorry about my white privilege
But I'm sure as hell going to use it
It's a savage world out there and imma take all the handouts I can get
While I sympathize with black people and the abuse they undergo on a daily basis unwillingly
I cannot change myself and will therefore I wil use it
But don't assume
I will also continue my protesting life
For women, gay men and women, and every race that gets under appreciated because the straight white members of society don't care about the silver spoon that's stuck up their ass since birth.
You can argue all you want but the fact of the matter is that America has proven that they hate the LGBTQ+ community.
They hate people of color.
They brought in a man of a certain color.
My new least favorite color.
Orange.
Some of his supporters "don't hate the gays or the blacks or the Mexicans"
But guess what you voted or audibly supported that piece of trash that spoke out against me and my brothers, sisters, and non binary siblings.
You spoke against my friends and their family.
You decided that a racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, misogynistic, pedophile supporting, rapist is a better option than a liar. Well guess what sweetie.
All politicians are liars.
So you just bought yourself a one-way ticket into asshole-ville.
Good job.
I hope you're proud of yourself
I hope you're satisfied knowing you did that.
Now you can come for me all you like but deep down.
Like I mean DEEP DEEP down you know I'm right.
But you don't want to feel like an asshole.
So you deny it.
Have fun with that
I hope you feel blue.
While I feel green.
Because you red the wrong information
And decided to vote orange.
Now I'm seeing black
Because this yellow-haired asshole
Is suffocating me in brown

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