Seeing Colors

You see words

I see colors

Hues vibrant enough to spark imagination

Paintings that demand narration

If only I could buy a moment of your time and make you pay attention

The age of The Space Migration

Imagine a world with no art, or a world with no color

Or a world with no self expression, that’s a world with no heart,

I am a hero, with extraordinary superpowers

I can create colors with poetic diction

Colors so loud that I can make the reader’s listen

The color of my skin defines me in America

Black, white, blue, purple, red, HYSTERIA

I often imagine that no colors on our skin, would make it a better place for us to live

No division, only unity, YOU & ME

LISTEN CLOSELY, and you can hear the colors in my voice

Ranging and changing with my mood

Surrounded by a beautiful palette I am Hue Hefner

What colors do you see on your best days?