Poem: Colors

This color rhymes with you

and it’s on the sky

this color is tight

it could even get you to fight.

People calling you names

and if you not from the same color gang

you don’t got game

man it’s a shame

because at the end

we are all the same.

This color could kill you

and it could never let you see

the real you.

You don’t know what you feel

but you have to keep it real

in other to not get killed.

But at the end it’s just a game.