Black Poetry : Indigo


Well-Known Member
May 11, 2001
Atlanta, GA
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
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.
i think you're right...

but i do know 'bout some yellow
symbolic in my life of sunshine
sunny disposition
and brighter days and time
ink doesn't flow from pen
in this shade
but the words
and feelings
when read are conveyed
and portrayed
this is my safe color
makes me get mellow
your expression of indigo
was profound
but i love me some yellow.

i really enjoyed this ma.



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