For you,
I praise your notions,
Travel oceans
But,
You don’t even notice.
For you,
I take on the whiles,
Stack up the miles.
Feels like I’m running backwards
While you race up the aisle.
White is not your color.
Neither is black and blue.
I could introduce you
To an all new spectrum
But,
You refuse.
© 2019 by Kentrell Blanche