Colored by Strangers I am Jaded perception False conclusions All illusion All seeming Zero understanding Fools rush in... Creating abstracts Their interpretation of me.
Shades undefined -equals- Marred repertoire The unconventional- REJECTED! Predictability required- ONLY!
They draw straws The shortest stick- black I get the shortest stick Yet proud Being misunderstood Damn their judgment! I stand unique My true colors ethereal ...Here stands the TRUE Stranger
Festival King 
smiles…as long as you are true to yourself in the end that is best, right….too many let others color them…and i dont think we ever get away from it completely but….
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Very true. Our colors get jaded along the way in order for us to conform with society… the whole idea is just not to lose yourself in all the madness. People should not define YOU.
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Yes, the problem is there’ re quite many people who want to make others “alike them”, to fit their standards, to see them the way want to see. And not like you are and want to be perceived.
Such a wonderful and powerful poem, Festivalking!
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Thank you very much Esenga.
For me I’d be glad to be perceived as an enigma if in the end that is what I am 🙂
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wonderful!
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I’m glad you think so 🙂
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I love this. Stay true to those colors.
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Thanks! 🙂
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As I’m reading this…outstanding poem of yours.
I felt like I was singing along to your poem.
I love your visions and imagery that you set out.
Brilliant.
🙂
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Thanks Neo! 😉
How’s the weekend coming along?
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Greatly accepted.
🙂
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Beautiful one, you just keep getting better and better! Let’s color you wonderful! God bless you and your weekend!
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Bless you Debbie dearest! 🙂
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”The shortest stick” – No. Damn their judgement. Yes. We have a duty to never let judgements like that be considered, by fully acknowledging the past and ensuring our offspring learn about it. By humour, by music, by sports. My tone may seem odd, but I am just back from town where I met some traders from France selling French olives and soaps – had a great time among my brothers, laughing and joking about how people here are so quiet, and chatting about the French rugby team. My French brothers were born in French-speaking Africa. When I heard an idiot remark behind me how could an African speak French I lost it. Just lost it. What a stupid, ignorant, nasty, pathetic remark. Sorry festivalking. Nowhere to vent my feelings. People – young, not old, actually say..ok. I am stopping. Will walk in the forest a bit.
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Its alright. If it will help then please write as much as you desire. About those losers, forget them! There are so many in society (all unavoidable)… the best we can do is make sure those around us especially the younger generation don’t think so foolishly.
Take that walk in the forest and leave your thoughts of those goons there okay.
Cheers Capt’n!
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I agree with Debbie.. I color you wonderful. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Thanks for the note back – I must have sounded naive. I’m not I hope. Did lose my childhood friend from Angola to murderers. The poem was a lovely moment, and stands on its own merit, not needing me to throw emotions around. I bow in apology.
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That’s quite alright… I am sorry for the lose of your dear friend.
Warm regards
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I’m thankful for whatever is constantly inspiring you recently. Such beautiful expression and I feel it reaching in and grasping my poetic soul and giving it a sHaKe!
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I am glad if it inspires you my friend.
Thank you for giving some worth to my writing…
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shortest stick but still black n proud!! really nice piece….keep writin.
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Thanks 🙂
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Sometime can’t allow the naysayers to slow us down. We must be proud of who we are and where we came from. I like your thoughts in the amazing poem.
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You are very correct Johncoyote and I am most honored that you would term this piece “amazing” 🙂
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Thanks! 🙂
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