Why Should Colors Matter?

Why do colors matter?

We’re all the same inside

Why should variations

In skin cause a divide?

I’m lots of different colors

Depending on the day

Depending on the way I feel

And things that people say

I’m blood red when I’m angry

And yellow when I’m scared

I’m not sure, but I suppose

These feelings might be shared

When I’m hurt, I’m black and blue

I know we cry the same

When I’m scared, I turn ghost-white

And pink, when I’m ashamed

When envy has me by the tail

I admit to seeing green

But I have never crossed someone

For the sake of being mean

These tendencies are foolish

Perhaps they will subside

Why should colors matter?

When we’re all the same inside

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Something to think about for today...Hope your day is all it can be and more -- MAKE IT SO!  *smile*

Whippoorwill

She rode in on whippoorwill
Seeking for a home
Was blinded by the strobing lights
Dazed by all the chrome

She spoke a different language
Walked a different way
Searched the world for stardrops
All she found was clay

They put her in a tiny cage
And taught her how to sing
They wrapped her heart in darkness
She never saw the spring

Bit by bit her light grew dim
She finally lost her way
By then her captors owned her soul
And she was helpless prey

Whippoorwill sings a mournful tune
A haunting melody
For the one who came and loved us all
Just wanting to be free


Hope you enjoy my poem today.  I wonder if you can guess who it is written for?  (Noone of today.)