blackyouth
In my earliest memory,
I see myself staring at the sky;
wondering why it was blue
and how it always seemed to follow
me wherever I went.
I remember questioning
why the ocean was also blue,
and why it covered seventy-one
percentage of earth.
I found out that blue symbolizes
trust, calmness and confidence.
My favorite colour used to be red,
then I found out that red symbolizes
danger, war and death.
Ever since then,
I changed from red to blue.
I’m learning to be as calm as the sea,
I’m learning that the perfect make up
for my face is a smile,
I’m learning that my knuckles doesn’t
have to metamorphize into a fist
and sometimes,
the best tune is silence,
and the best mood, calmness.
Nice one wordpraisesmith ,keep it up
Wow
This is making sense.
You actually like a colour for a reason.
Wow! Nice piece. Keep it up
This is actually nice. A poem that points out the minute things. I never knew there could be a reason to like a colour, now I’m pondering on why i love the colour black.