Color Blind

She said that she saw no colors.

Then, how do you explain this?

Red, crimson, scarlet,

Burgundy if it’s in the past.

He said that he was colorblind.

Then how do you explain this?

Blue, dark, dark blue.

The stereotypical color of sorrows

Was the color of the lips

That screamed for breath.

For justice.

 

I want to know that I am made of colors

The red and blues and all around.

A collective rainbow

Hanging in a grey, grey world.

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