Colors and Colours

Yesterday Ms. Ndaba and I, along with Taylor Crenshaw, also young, went to look at holiday windows. The ice sculptor at Barney’s, making a penguin, Chihuly snowflakes, and Bergdorf’s windows, most amazing of all. As we walked, the young women discussed colors, tribes, and minorities. Is it better to be in the majority was the question they posed. Taylor, an African American woman, goes to Howard.There, she said, there are a few minorities and they are Chinese and Indian. Ms. Ndaba, from Capetown, goes to North Country School, in the Adirondacks. White kids dominate.

 

 

As we walked through this
black and white
city where every single color
exists all colors
possible if you have the imagination
for colors many
think black and white
if you are able to see
what possible looks like
what colors look how
red and yellow
if you combine them together
become orange.

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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