I can’t get down with people who say they don’t see color cause
On My side of town, everybody wore red. My first crush called herself damu chick.
I still dont feel comfortable wearing sky-blue fits.
I said cuz, cause that’s my family.
You know they brown skin they mahogany.
Mojo taught me how to c-walk on the southside.
MJ was light skin. Mj was born brown skin.
My girls, Girls of every skin tone.
I lost my virginity to a mulatto who could pass for white in the right light.
She looked like Mariah. It’s all pink on the inside.
First girl I thought I loved was Jewish, olive toned, with oily skin.
Married a girl cause she reminded me of daisy and green lights at the end of the bay.
My last name White.
The man who gave it to me loved the green more than he did his kin.
His toes are painted the stereotypes of Africa.
Oreo – black on the outside and white on the inside.
Grew up and learned to stop apologizing.
Took orange pills with white marbles inside.
Smoked green till it was black and grey.
Live life in the hue of blue. Depression a bitch.
Sunrise. Sunset. Palletes in the skys tapestry.
Conversations of Synesthesisa with the catalyst.
Broke the law to wear black and gold.
Never trusted red and cream.
Never cared for the purple even though I have a royal soul.
Colorado Rockies caps. Never rocked with a cardinal.
Scarlet and grey, fuck blue and maize.
Fuck the crimson Tide.
Fuck flashing lights.
Poor brown boys with faded black jeans and ashy white skin.
Red white and blue dont care about my melanin.
I say I’m Black not African-American. I get it if you don’t understand.
If you don’t see them, how could your colors ever blend?
Acknowledge them. These hues cover the spectrum of life
and life is love.