A colorful fate, my dear
I pray.
Colors bleed, my tears
Run gray.
Paint a landscape
Of fate.
Blood blue in our veins
Blue and gray like the rain.
No matter the tone,
Our skin glows.
Still run red,
When it is shed.
Ocean blue reflecting
Sky’s hue Deflecting
Depths of sorrow and sea.
Survive daily monotony.
Colors needed to survive
allow us to thrive.
Not just categorize
Symbolise more than Who.
It’s hope that breaks
The mold of Who.
The color brings me back to
You.
About the Creator
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