47 Colors

Random thoughts flew through my mind
47 colors of every kind
Like a video vixen did I see
All these thoughts floating to me
I’ve often wondered what they mean
From where are they sent
And why
Have I seen
They told me of things
I did not know
They showed me signs
They gave me a show
Sometimes they would frighten
And fill me with fear
But still they enlightened
I held them so dear
Youth was so hard
I was told to hide
This beautiful gift
That came from inside
Teachers complained
I daydream all day
I was so young
I didn’t know what to say
I hid it and stuffed it
So I could be normal
I learned to be social
And how to be formal
The colors got darker
And started to fade
I felt like dying
I felt like a slave
Resentment and anger
Began to build up
To replace the things
That once filled my cup
I don’t know what happened
I don’t know what to say
The paintings of wonder
Have all turned to gray
But I’m willing to go there
I’m willing to see
Those 47 colors
Waiting for me

Jose Cosme

Originally from Bronx, New York, Joe is no stranger to adversity. Having studied many philosophies, he has triumphed over these adversities and has helped others do the same. Professionally, Joe has had the rich experience of working with people with disabilities as he helped them reach their fullest potential. Now, as the creator of the "What I Gotta Say About It" blog, Joe continues to influence the world as he helps people to realize their highest potential and to reach for the unlimited possibilities available to us all.

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