Take away,
for a moment,
the memories
that separate you and I.
Then make us a box of crayons
where hues are so used
until they hide behind the labels
and we are left to peel them away.
Give me a newsprint canvas
a community cleaving for tribes and trust
rather than boarded up buildings
and by products of beef.
Let me color my culture
beautify my block,
brick by forgotten brick,
building bridges
not walls.
Let my wax
be like mortar
colorfully creating a new conundrum,
the crash of crayons,
melted together into something
greater than you or I.
Won't you color with me?
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