I watched the world burn in a blaze of fiery red
Hatred smoldering against a pitch black sky of smoke
Harsh on the eyes and harsh on the heart.
That was when I decided I liked blue.
The color of calm clear seas and skies that weren't angry
The color of violets in bloom
But suddenly, blue became sadness.
The color of my thoughts and feelings
A heart wrenching from the red anger of the world around me
Begging for its colors to change
But it never did
So my thoughts remained blue
Until I decided I liked green.
The color of soft grass and life itself
But then green became sickness and envy
The color of anxiety being vomited from the body
The color of longing for a life that couldn't be obtained
So I decided I liked white.
The color of purity and opulence
But soon it became oppression
A standard that was never worth maintaining
And too difficult to clean
So I decided I liked black.
The color of smooth ebony and dark rooms overflowing with inspiration
But then it became the color of injustice
The color of innocence turned guilty
The color of centuries of pain that no one wanted to account for
So I ended up back at red.
My insides burning with a rage so deep it was crimson.
Angry at the now grey sky for never listening to my cries,
My pleads for justice or sanctuary,
And colors that didn't hurt.
And then I didn't mind the world burning.
Maybe then colors will become beautiful again.
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-Chanté
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