How can you put a name on color
who is the judge of what my orange invokes
There is nothing deliberate about my blue
Or revealing and shallow soaked in pink
Finally black and abused contour
I am not death, nor sadness, nor cold
I can be warm as smoke from an evening fire
And the stars would not be bright in the absence of backdrop
When I am ugly and enemy
You call be black
When I am lovely and lacked
You call me ebony…