I want to live under the black rainbow
seen through your window of prejudice,
oblivious to that scorn
contemplating your petty thoughts.
Smiling at your incessant smirks and
simulated hatred, gestures.
Oh black, define to the pity soul stalking us
and lodge my negligence in your treasury.
I want to live below the
all-encompassing, all-embracing black rainbow.
Forgetting about the differences spread,
and absorbing everything into the mayhem of bliss.
I want to live under such comprehension.