Birth of Colors Blind

Would I see color if I had been born blind?

How does blue sound?

Would the blues truly be an emotional state if I listened to the music?

Could I see red? Could I feel red? Would red be my anger?

What does yellow taste like? Am I a coward if I do not know yellow?

Can I smell green? The fresh cut grass would splatter chlorophyll into the air as fresh cut arteries spray blood.

The orange juice would only be a flavor, but the flavor would be the color of the fruit I just drank.

Green and purple grapes would only be grapes.

Wine would still be wine, but neither would be red or white.

But I could know that I could have either from the same grapes.

White and black could be black and white.

I would never know a black and white television nor a color one.

Without sight, my colors would be sound, taste, touch, and smell.

The sound of the music or lawnmower.

The taste of my fruit.

How a peel feels smooth or bumpy.

The aerosol aroma of tearing into the flesh of the fruit.

After my day of sensory overload and I lay down for a nap.

When I sleep would I dream in color or black and white?