Never thought it possible to color with people. I guess it’s right to say that people can do whatever they put their minds to

I made midnight yesterday, at nine in the morning on a piece of white paper, scarred it black, tried to add more white to make it gray but nothing can exist in gray, nothing can be neutral, I tried…to make the picture better by drawing a brown bird, but the brown and black clashed.

Los Angeles, California…bullets played football between cars, broke windows, no one ran out though, better to just let them play games too adult for the dead. Kept their heads down, hoping they didn’t fall into the categories of Black or Brown because they clashed. War screeched louder then sirens, made men weep into the chests of cold children.

I switched to a tan crayon and made sand, then finally made gray. I drew smoke with it but the smoke was stained red…

New York, Ohio…pick a state, it doesn’t matter because the state of the nation was red everywhere on 9/11. Phone calls placed to 911 to try and place the state of their loved ones in crumbled rocks…

I couldn’t put anything near the sand, it’s like nothing wanted to be around it anymore…

Now everyone named Osama and Muhammad is stained red in the eyes of our nation, the constant victims of random routine checks.

I picked up another crayon and made red men, I drew a continent with it, left it unnamed because that just seemed right, but the white kept spilling onto it

They forgot the true meaning of owner ship, possession becoming 10/10ths of the law. Place the red men in Oregon, let them keep pieces of land fenced in…call them reservations as if it reserves the rights stolen.

I dropped all the crayons in my box on the paper, wanted to make a rainbow but they all rolled away to separate corners…

We’ve become nothing more then crayons in a box labeled narrow–minded had to go on the back because the front was to short sighted to accommodate it. Since when is a person only recognized by the hue of their skin? Since when do we classify out heritage by color? Since when is light pretty, dark sexy and mysterious. Do the sun bleached have to live with sins of father and the stigmas of the mother? Why classify crime as black on black, why not man on man, isn’t that bad enough…why not teen on teen, why not soul on soul like marbles stacked, smash them and find the same debris in the end,

Why restrict our views on the “sand” men, there wasn’t a color restriction to those who could board the plane that sent thousands to heaven from the top stories. Our stories may differ but our color is just a result of genetics, it shouldn’t make our lives any different.

We’re a Crayola box nation, facing fierce fights because our pigments reached different levels, but now I see they’re all toxic, screw what the box says.