That’s Me


  
We were all told to wear white
You know, so we can look the same
Take a photo that would resemble a blanket of snow
As the wind blows, drifting over heads
Oblivious that there is another color, like red
The red that reminds of passion in fruit and love
The blue that holds true so many feelings
Orange and yellow a pair made in heaven
It shades the sun to kiss the flesh
Greens some think of envy but the world lives in its nature
Silver and Gold…the root of evil
Or made into bands that unite people
Black
Is not a color
It’s the ultimate feeling
It paints the sky at night to see the stars
It covers to hold those who sleep
Some in blissful dreams
Others in terrible nightmares
It’s slimming
Its cool
Think of the little dress, you know what I mean
Black is worn on faces
Like white or any other color
It defines
It characterizes
It separates to be rejoiced in its uniqueness
It takes life, even in the living
When darkness invades
Black reigns supreme
That’s me!
Stuck in a colorless dream

Ax