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