What is color?
This thing they speak of
place so much importance on
greens, blues, aqua, brown ...
All these things they 'see'
I know velvet from satin
a dogwood from an oak
these are things my hands
my ears, my nose tell me.
I can tell pepper from sugar
oregano from rosemary
things my tongue, my nose
my hands tell me
I hear a woman's soft voice
I can feel her hair, her skin
why should the color of her hair, her skin, matter?
some revere me, but others mock, and yet more feel pity
how bittter is pity is to the one who receives
they speak of beauties I may never know
of things I cannot do
even with all my magic
things I cannot do ...
...
they say I will never do ...
...
things I WILL do
even if the first thing I see
the red of my life's blood