Thursday, July 30, 2020

Seeing colors

If I were color blind
I would not see
Rich fabrics awash
In orange, yellow, green,
Muted glow of burnished gold
Against the luster of dark skin.
Might not hear
Cool blue tones or pepper hot
Red riffs of jazz
Half tones and
Asynchronic rhythms redeeming
All the tin pan tatters of
White people’s music.
Color blind, I must forgo
All the bright, brilliant colors of Africa
Brought, not by choice of force
But by spirit of the forced
To America’s shore

8/2/12 rev. 7/30/20

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