A wave of blue, they said

A wave of red, was a reply

Black fists raised high in pride

White priviledge

Brown tries

So many colors filled with emotion

so, what color am i?

i am blue when filled with sorrow

red fills my face when angry

blackness fills my eyes when asleep

white surrounds the color of the eye

brown is my skin when laboring under a hot sun...

It matters not what color others call me

when the yellow stain of piss falls from racist lips

covering all with temporary warmth

and left cold as the reality of your world settles in.