IN COLOR WITH LOVE
I live to love in Color
In Color I love to live
The world how I see it is Blue
A wave of Van Gogh
A sky of sultry swirls and sunken sun
My chest how I feel it is Yellow
Golden honey
Sweetly sticky
It stretches a sunflower
Seeded by love
Grounded in gratitude
I once, felt Black & White
Like the silent films—Hushed
Mimed to madness—Muzzled
I dreamt in Red
Felt the fire to find myself and I didn’t…
Instead I found the Rainbow
I laughed in Lavender
I spoke in Greens
Growth became the gesture
I greeted the Gods of Graffiti
Saluted the Saints of Paint
My fears were dressed in Pink
I conquered them with Purple
In Magic I found my Palette
A hidden hue of hugs
I cried Gold and found treasures
Tucked under tongues
How the pot overflows if you follow the bricked road &
Dance the whole way home
In Color I learned to live & love
In love I found my Color
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Savage The Poet
Savage The Poet is a Nuyorican Poet/ Rapper born and raised out of Brooklyn, NY. He is in love with the power words have to change and uplift human emotion. He is the perfect blend of poetic truth and raw emotion.
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