Black Poetry : Indigo

[Natasha]

People always ask me
What my favorite color might be,
Purple in my heart
Blue in my mind
Yellow in my sky
A crimson streak of passion always passing by.
But when I write
I seem to flow
On the color Indigo.
Its purplish midnight hue
Seems to seep from my heart
And and into my pen.
Of all the colors I see and feel
This is the one
That grabs me,
Tosses me,
Laughs with me,
Cries with me.
As I meditate
Deep in thought
I wander
Wherever my heart will flow
I always come short as I walk
Through the wall of Indigo.
Everyone has their colors
They call whatever flows
Mine I call it Indigo.
No one else can feel it quite like I do
My own personal mantra
In-di-go…..In-di-go.
People always ask me
What my favorite color might be.
The same one that swaddled me at birth
And will wrap me in death.
No one else knows what I know
About the color Indigo

Natasha

 

[Sista Steele]

Nice write here. My favorite would be green.

 

[$$RICH$$]

indigo......u sprayed a color smoothly cross my mental
flow on indigo

 

[Euphoria]

very original.
I'm liking this peace.

*Emma*

 

[Kimdricka]

well said, poet. smooth flow!