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I'm gay said the tiny crustacean
; well bi, but those details don't matter
in a black and white world.
You know, I find it kinda amusing
that those who see the world in two tones
claim to see the most colorful view.
Humans who believe in light
forget that it isn't made of just one color.
Binding light into a book of rules.
Turning it white.
When you're too busy distinguishing the dark from the light
there's no time to appreciate
the various colors spersed in plain sight,
living in the light.
Colors whose values vary,
some darker than others,
but all important on the canvas.
giving depth to life.
The most colorful of us
who dwell on the rainbow's colorful spectrum,
submerged in water that splits the natural light
into shards of life,
we live broken free of the suffocating ties;
the blacks and white.
We see the full scale of possibilities
That's why when we come out,
we like to douse ourselves in all the colors life has to offer
We haven't forced ourselves into one color.
Humans paint emotion they don't understand
because they want to be blinded from it
because it's a different color than the one they wear
in their hearts and on their eyes.
Because they can't see it
they take us out of the water
they burn us alive
boiling the water out of our very core in a hellbent pot
putting us under and electric white light
to watch over our agony with voracious scrutiny
and to warm themselves
from the ice cold society they live in
they eat us to become us
because you are what you eat.
the rarer the better.
Sad attempt at a change of heart,
a change of eyes
would do you better
You suck away the emotion that brings us to life
and only give the world form.
Reduce it to shadows on paper
smeared with our bad blood.
Throw away your white napkins
in attempt to make a black ocean
but a world painted in all white
is as blind and bland
as that which has been shrouded in all black.
You've polluted our oceans.