Colored Song

Colored Song

Orange man with a yellow head. Had come to earth to stay. He said the sun was way too hot. And Gemini so far away. At this I wondered of his name. So as we spoke I asked, ‘Excuse me sir’ I said with vim. I’d like to know your past. He said the place that he came from. Was written long ago. I thought now what does all this mean I profess I’m somewhat slow. And when I looked again at him. I saw that he had changed. His yellow and orange parts. Completely rearranged. From where he came to how he looked The process very wrong. So now a man appears to be. No longer a colored song. He said this happens every time. To every person’s days. Try hard my friend to see again. The colors not the haze. And I too thought his yellowed head. Was something right to wear. I wanted colors from the stars. So everyone can stare. One day I hope we all can see beyond the black and white. If words can help. Then let’s begin. To color back our sight. ©Susy Kamber

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