WRITTEN BY ZACHARY BUENAVENTURA TW: SENSITIVE TOPICS REGARDING RACE AND CULTURE The center of the color wheel
penetrating, Invading, behaving, instigating, soPHisticating Almost branching out, influencing We are proud, we are dancing But once the center of attention distracts We are in lack what we feel We say we are proud, and we are We wave that flag with regard to red, blue, white, and gold We seek attention, fulfillment, recognition We crave validation from the center We eat with pride, simplicity at its finest No need for refinement Basics of brown, sour white, rich flesh Effortless with the outcome of the effort Modern takes a call for revision with blind blankets of sizzling worthlessness At the center, that looks correct, it's in the middle, it has to be Sound like you can feel Sense with every number Clicking dangers of the wood plowing against the floor And images migrating to an enormous canvas Trying so desperately, convincing that it is us Merely, barely and so dry Why are you so proud? I can see you, and? We are right there, we have made it Recognition Walking around the familiar tones Spotting the black and white Static and confusion Admiration? Or out in the open? We wear colors In arraying patterns Woven but truly not ours We pray, From teaching and thoughts Hundreds of regions And I am still unsure Why are you so proud? We need to be, The center of attention To find us I had to search the outside But the center is what we knew we belonged 300 years, just to be sold Eagles from the west; Yes, another culture prevailed, From the land of the rising sun; We believed that their products were Practically in the highest grade; Imagine it, why would you? it’s all here, it’s always been here WRITTEN BY NATHANIEL TKACH I am loud
I am obnoxious I am nosey I am talkative I am outgoing I wonder what people think of me I am curious I am friendly I am social I am an intellect |
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