Painting in Color

a re-adaption or re-inspiration form one of my much older works of poetry called the colors of my soul. My improvement as a writer since middle school is immense.

I once looked myself in the eyes

And asked what color my soul was

Someone told me

Well you’ve got this black little soul

That taught you how to dance on your toes

On en

Pointing out the guilty

And trying them on death row

 

I’m really not convinced

that I only see this world

in shades of black

and

                white

 

I’ve got these artists hands

Covered in this rainbow of paint

That splashes colors on my

dark little soul

Or so they said

 

See it

Can’t comprehend

This world that I’ve been said

To see in all but color

 

And who said the window to the soul was the eyes

I think maybe it’s the

           hands

 

These dainty little girly hands all dipped up in paint

That I’ve covered my face with over

And

                Over

See maybe I’m a rainbow girl

Not this monochromic shade of gray

You thought I was seeing black

Not this pigmented world

 

There has got to be a reason

My favorite level of life

Happens to be the rainbow road

I’ve got this kaleidoscopic mind

Swaying on effervescent drugs

So potent with hues

You’d think this was a contrasting world

Of

More tints and tones then the shades of black and white

That these broken little sky eyes

Were said to refuse to see

 

And for a girl with this supposedly ‘black’

                                Soul

 

I sure paint in color

 

Author's Note

everything here is intentional

Reviews

[Emily]

I love your wording! Well done,