Absolute True Colors
The revision of a 2012 poem that is pretty melodramatic for that point in my life in hindsight. Nice to look back on as a venting session. Revisions done were word choice and enjambments.
I am me. I am myself. I am I. I'm surrounded by many who don't understand these words. They aren't blind to the principal of this. They only ignore this with the stubbornness of a spoiled child. For they pretend to walk through fog like they were color blind. My color is one they choose to block from their view. I am here. I am myself. Just like night and day are only night and day because they cannot be questioned. They live in a world where they are the sun and I am pushed light years into the false unknown. But that is not the world I laugh, be, and breathe in. I live in the world where the sun moves the earth and all planets. Where I breeze through the struggles of just transitioning from day to day. Where I coyly brush off the ignorant peers who haven't outgrown their shoe size. I live in the world where I move through clear weather and I am omniscient to the feelings of those surrounding me. Where I create things that are all or nothing but still exist to evolve. Where I grow not to act but to be stern and tall like a tree. Where I will have blossomed and then dissolved into the nature of all life—my purpose fulfilled. So they can pretend to not see true color. They can live in a world where cartoons jumps out of TVs, clouds rain food, and houses are made out of stardust. I will be in the world that I, you, they, and everyone was born into. For father time waits for no one and will never be bothered by any of this. So I will advance quickly to keep up with him as each year increases. I am me. I am myself. I am I. Even if you don't acknowledge my colors time will continue to tick, earth will keep on turning, and things will continue to change. Like a mirror reflects what you see as fact. For night and day are absolute. As so are my colors. If they think I have committed a crime then I say "check the mirror before speaking" If I have committed a crime then accusations of guilt hold no power here for I feel none of it. Shameless I am and proud of it. I am me. I am myself. I am I. My colors are fact. My colors are absolute. Nothing more or less. For finally there is no question to my existence only the fact that I am here.
Love these lines:
If they think
I have committed a crime
then I say "check the mirror before speaking"
Clouds, rain, food, and houses are made out of Stardust.
Perfect.
Oh, and I learned another new word today. Enjambment I often wondered as I'm reading some poets here, one in particular that never uses punctuation. It's just a lot of run-on sentences is what I called them initially, it bothered me but now it's quite enjoyable as I can read it as quickly as I want. Something different and new for me always.