{"white is a woman"- assertive perspective poetry practice}
POV journal entry: Your friend is blind (since birth) so I describe what white looks like White is a woman usually worn by Brides on their wedding day, the flowers. She's a clean sheet waiting to be decorated, darkened and sometimes destroyed. Anything wrong would have stained her dress, mistakes, lies and blame. White is a lonely colorShe has no friends. A recipe made without a single ingredient, a routine without a step. Some may even say she's not a color at all. You’d feel sorry for her. White is a virgin and she can usually be found hidden in the light of the Morning window view. She admires the Hues of scenery, the rebellious pigments, on land and sea. She's not really jealous, just transfixed on what it's like. She only wants what she can't have. You don't know Black, she's invisible even for you. But you would know Black, the king’s son. Unlike white, Bl...