Colors

I dont want to be color blind I love color and pay it mind, 

coffee my fingers on its grind 

and make it hustle like desire. 

I know about color and color knows about me.

I sleep inside every shade. Mother its every contour
and die before every stroke.
Color is my revenge against wearing a handicap.
Against the discrimination of my father.  

U ask me to be polite

ignore the contrast of attributes 

and move on with my life in black and white

but I carry no veil

I see color, I dont see your silence to polarities 

I a m everywhere in between 

with everyone ever seen

bountiful colors

graphed in texture and joy

brilliance and blood memory

all poured in the melting pot of hearts

colors

that i place no judgment upon.