Divisions

colors breathing life
of joy
of pride
of love
of hate
this is the world of blacks and whites

where other colors are too bleak to be acknowledged
do they care for the color of the sun
dare they insult it, it lights the day

and of the earth
portrayed as dirth, the ground they walk on
else they would be falling

then the reds of blood and genuine roses
so full fo culture
what of they?

or the hues of bruises
are they not of worth?

I believe not
but who am i anyhow
I am the mud on your polished shoes
I will never go away