They Expect Me to Be Grey

As I roll through the crowd,

I garner curious looks.

Some supportive, some surprised.

Some, well, a little shook.

You see, I’m not what you expect

someone like me to be.

You might expect me to be grey,

completely color-free.

Though, as you watch me push my chair,

with confidence and pride,

my colors begin to bleed and bare;

Giving a glimpse of what’s inside.

The reds that shine are bright and bold,

full of heart and strength.

As orange gleams and glitters gold,

It shows triumph over angst.

The yellows are my happiness,

my dedication to the light.

And in the green,

a hint of laughter beaming with insight.

Blues, in every shade,

bounce off the parts of you,

reminding that we’re more alike

than you ever thought, us two.

In the indigo, my love for music thrives,

with dancing beats and melodies

that make you feel alive.

As the violet pulses forth,

you can feel my love.

And, now you’ve seen my rainbow,

like the unexpected up above.

So take care of my colors,

and use them when you can.

Maybe, someday, I’ll roll by again,

if it’s in the plan.