By BoJenn
Give Me Color — Life and Shadows
Living within minimalist walls of sterile white—
comfortably boring!
The décor of control,
the bland aesthetic of those afraid to feel.
Give me instead the wild colors of the universal rainbow,
hues that breathe life into sorrowed days,
that calm nights trembling from terror,
that spark imagination and wonder beyond reason.
White bread and processed cheese will keep you alive—
but barely.
I crave the sharpness of French mustard,
the laughter of foreign wines,
and cheeses born of Australian earth,
untamed and proud.
My friends wear faces like the continents themselves—
brown, yellow, red—
their laughter brightens my freckled pink skin.
Together we are a living mural,
painted by evolution, not fear.
They who wander blindly,
screaming hateful verses at the colors of the world,
descend from ancestors trapped in poverty of mind,
who never grew, never learned.
They birth only brown, dried leaves—
buds starved of the nurturing touch
of a mother who knew that loveliness is divine
and hatefulness is ugly.
They are street zombies,
shooting their dogs,
wounded in spirit,
yet eager to wound others.
Let me sip coffee from Nigerian hands,
watching their wild things roam unshackled,
unshot, unowned.
Let me take afternoon tea in an English parlor,
then paint a tribal tattoo across my cheek,
a pledge to the Amazon’s pulse,
to all the tongues that refuse to be silenced.
Yes—give me diversity!
For I have heard the monotone choir
of whitewashed tongues,
chanting sameness and fear,
plotting harm beneath polite smiles.
I will sleep beneath the cosmos,
where every star is a different color of truth,
each light a whisper:
be vivid, be many, be alive.
My Art
Give Me Colors
My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts 