Black & Brown:
The Color Of Cloaked Invisibility
Invisibility
The Inability to Be Seen
It’s Black.
The absence of color
The absence of humanity
Sub-human
For this countries sanity
For justice, For Liberty
Secured Blessings
Domestic Tranquility
Rights for Madison & Gerry
In Black Ink
Three fifths, 0.6 six
Faded, Ghostlike, Invisible
My Country Tis of Thee
Cloaked-hidden, covered, or disguised
Its Black
Not Brown our true Hue, but Black
A translation of Negro
Maybe better, who knows.
The difference?
Black is the absence of color
Brown is the mix of all
That’s the difference
Black the opposite of white
Not Color But Race
Implying one will win
But neither win,
The other side just loses more slowly
Then there’s brown
Brown-the color of rich soil
Mined to perfection.
The color of Earth
Stability, Reliability,
Comfort, Warmth
A Mix of All
A Mix of All.
All that makes this country special
The entire rainbow represented
The blood that’s been shed
The blood that runs through our veins,
All of Ours, The reds
The fire that burns
If for us or against us
Our oranges were earned
The sunflower that grows
Gets picked yet stepped on
Our beauty, our pain never known
We deserve to be seen
May the grass in our gardens
Always be true green
Our rhythm, our blues
Behind 50 white stars
Our pain we represent you
We are Indigo Girls
“Serving time for mistakes made
By another in another lifetime”
Our waves are short
And almost invisible
We are ultra violet.
We are the addition and subtraction
Of all colors
Black and Brown
Rainbows, Almost invisible
But when it rains
A sight to be seen.
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