Colour me good, Colour me bad
Colour stigma made by society.

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To describe me in colour
Hmmmm, now what would that be,
A Pretty girl in pink
Seen to the eyes of society
My hair a soft yellow
My skin a pale white
I’d probably be judged
As no brain and not bright
For colour creates stigma
And colour stigma is not nice
Though I’d see me as rainbow
All colourful and bright
With lots of intriguing layers
And show of vibrant smile
That Along with the greyer days
Id push out an extra mile
So colour me good or colour me bad
I really do not care,
I stigma me a rainbow
To shine upon and share,
For I do not judge
your true colours I too see,
As Does it really
When without one
I’m still me.
A poem by Tina Marie Clark.
About the Creator
Tina marie Clark
44yrs old mother of 2.
At the end of the day, all you have is yourself. (And your mum)

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