Everything is black and white,
Tis I say,
Everything is in colors,
Tis what they say,
The greenest of the eyes,
Transporting you in the deepest of a woods,
They are filled with sinister and greed, they are black
I say.
The reddest of the lips
Drawing you in, hypnotizing you,
Of lustre and filth, they are black
I say.
The pinkest of the skin
Envying all who see,
Thoughts turning white as if she a ghost, it is white as terror
I say.
The yellowest of the hair
Flowing in the wind,
Contrasting the bluest sky
Of hope, lifting even the bluest person.
The only thing purest of the body, without the sins of
Human, against the world’s sky that has turned to black,
They are white,
I say.
No, they are colors, they insist
And yet I say they are black and white.
They mark me a lunatic, for I can only
See the white moon and the black sky;
Wasted away, I say the world is black and white and colors…