You just assume it’s true
Because it’s native to you
You just assume it‘s true
That my blue is your blue

But my blue is really very red
rises like blood rose to my head
While your blue is green instead
the leafy verdure of a flower bed

Neither your blue nor mine
Is truly blue or azure or divine
The blues we see are but in line
With our maturity, depth or shine

Yet you simply assume it’s true
Because yours is native to you
You assume that I’m seeing blue
Just because it looks blue to you.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

Poems from the inner river