The naked eye only captures gold from sunlight,
but, like songs set in the key of C,
it may look or sound easy, but it’s not;
All specters of insurmountable color,
clearly defined by a human artist’s palette,
are trapped within the golden light:
One color is many colors,
one note feeds numerous songs.
Even those who brag about their supposed purity,
are not purely pure anymore.
We all have hidden colors & bloodlines,
we all come from many different places—
Why stop those who are trying to become better
by coming here to make a new life & situation,
and why demonize their children, steal their future
even when they were born here?
Do songs only exist when they are sold for mass consumption?
Do we have to sell ourselves to get ahead?
We need to breathe easy when we can do so,
even with pollution in the air,
even after the fires stop burning.
When I see sunlight hit all of our faces,
golden tones by Noon may be mined by our eyes first,
later frozen in time by Technicolor,
but the bright tones, still transparent within our minds,
are yet to be discovered as we continue
at our own pace.