Colour is Nothing

My burning joy, the lightest blue

A cross deep oceans of the same.

Meet the girls who changed my world,

It would never be the same.

I am my sense of yellow shame,

As I ponder a life spent.

Over shoulder, I would glance,

At whoever looked and stared.

I am my sense of Yellow Shame,

As I realize no one cared.

And those who did, simply hid

As society had changed

I am my sense of Golden Pride,

As although we share no Blood,

My sisters who grew up with me,

Are the sisters who I love.

I am gold curiosity,

Though my sisters hail from far

We feel the same sense of right,

See each other as we are.

I see the people who they are.

I can feel orange pain

When I think of what they lost.

Abandoned in a foreign land

Think of what their mothers lost

I feel distance as the colour blue

Taste the space I put between.

Selfishly I moved away,

To chase a childish Dream

I am jealous, the colour green

As I miss them from afar

Separate, by half a globe

Shocked that it is so hard.

I miss what their mother lost

I am confused, a misty Grey

As I watch the whole world change.

As people start to make a fuss

Of racial things again.

I am engulphed in pure red rage

My pale skin begins to flush.

Racial slurs, and nothing nice

makes society quite tough.

I am pink and soft and broken

Scared the world is in a spin

I fear the ugly side of life

Will break them down and win

My sisters they’re too smart for that

They are strong, light brown and proud

Even when the world beats it down

Cream with rise above the crowd

I know they’ll be ok.