Momentary movement of
locking car doors
alerted someone outside,
eyes wondered
"what did I do?
oh,
I'm black,
---- you....."
Thunder spoke
from the sky
and the Conscienceless
lied
to itself,
a collective
Urban-Decay,
thought we left those old days..
but things changed, didn't they?
Maybe.... no.... yes..... poets say
streets are lined with
hate hidden by daylight
and life, though ill-placed, refined....
and up and down
the city blind-walks,
outwardly correct ones fast talked,
with motivation preen.
Vanity's not clean, not all the time
and knowledge can't hide crime or trash or grime.
Yet, lack of money-flash
could never play down light
like the light that shines from you.
Will you lend me some of you?
Spare
some of your hue?
The contrast to the contradiction-
the madness I can't leave-
is you, an echo treat,
blue ribboned light....
eclipse the fight
just outside our door,
This is deeply profound and sent out with some powerful thoughts on racism, vanity, prestige and the lack of...and real knowledge, the type that really matters..."Saving Contrast" shines brighter than you can imagine...because it all ends in who loves you and what really matters...
______them! :)
Enjoyed this interesting pen!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Regis
______them! :)
Enjoyed this interesting pen!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~