I wasn't always open with the things that went through my mind and especially not those that I have managed to write down. But with a certain project Palo encouraged us to interpret what we thought was most significant in political issues the best way we could. After watching one of my favorite series of shows on HBO's "Brave New Voices" I knew exactly what that was. I was going to write, but form it in a way that people couldn't help but to listen. This is my first publicly shared poem which was intended to be spoken word; the first of many to come.
Reborn Purple
Why can't we be purple?....
Like the ocean below a sunset or a sky awaiting Morning's arrival.
Why must we be red?...like the blood that runs
too far away to hear our support for their survival.
Or blue, like the ocean of our southern borders used to be.
We once saw our nation white & black but vision through
these life-like 3-D lenses doesn't make my experience any more polite....
What kid of fool lets an ass or a pachyderm tell him what's right?
It must be a game to you, Trunks 1-Donkeys 0 and WE
have no say in the rules, "Just sit still!" like we're 2 year old.....
'cause the other 233 don't count.
Maybe I complain too much. I'm new to the scene,
but I'd live above an overpass than under the influence
of green....I don't intend to be rude...
But I feel i must be mean like the average
rate of suicide that increases while you scheme.
Sometimes I dream, that we can paint a pretty picture at least,
because you can't make a masterpiece with 2 solid color pixels.
We are not prepared to hit the floor just yet so in store I hope
to find a safety net knotted with the promise of purple to secure our fall.
And you can argue that I'm stuck in before and not obvious foresight
because our founders centuries ago saw...
that Red & Blue are 2 colors and divided we fall.
We can't deny the inevitable, I believe nature's law.
Minds of red & blue are meant to conceive Purple,
that's all.
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