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Colors

We learned about colors in school.
Blue for the sky,
Green for an apple,
Yellow for the sun you see up high.

A boy told me of another color.
One that defined me.
I have never heard of it,
but it made me feel uncanny.

I told my mom of this color
and how that color was me.
She told me that it didn’t matter,
but sadness in her eyes, I could see.

The next day we learned of a new color.
Brown for the color of dirt.
The boy said both colors were me,
and the words he said hurt

He told me I was the color of dirt,
therefore that’s what I am.
I didn’t believe him at first,
and to cry, I began.

When I went to Mom and Dad,
and saw that they were not
the same color I was,
I became very distraught.

They were pale and elegant.
Like light powdery snow.
And I was dark and dirty.
Like the ugly mud I know.

I began to believe the boy's story
that I was only but a color.
And soon the pain had gotten to me.
My insides turned sour.

I screamed to know who I am
and who will I become
if a color is what defines me.
Society had surely won.

When I looked around me,
I saw that I was the only one
that had resembled dirt.
The love for myself I had was none.

I was the color of dirt,
therefore that’s what I am.
At least that’s what I believed,
until someone grabbed my hand.

That someone pulled me from the dirt
And simply brushed me off.
They told me to stop crying
with a funny little scoff.

They took my hand and told me
that what the boy said isn’t true.
I am not just a color,
“No more than I am you.”



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cecchmate said...
Jan. 27 at 11:08 pm
I think this is really awesomel! Great job - it's a super creative, not-too-harsh way of hitting on a hard subject. It doesn't make you want to cry (which is good in my opinion), but sends you on this journey that starts off really furrow-your-brow sad and then leaves you with this sweet hopefulness at the end. Haha, that probably made no sense... oh well :P Anyways, the only things I would change about it is that towards the end (middle to end) it starts feeling less rhyt... (more »)
 
Carly_ElizabethThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Feb. 15 at 8:29 pm
Thank you so much for reading! And yeah that totally made sense. Thanks for the feedback!
 
Alycia. said...
Jan. 26 at 9:40 pm
I love the use of colors to depict racism and discrimination. Great job!
 
Carly_ElizabethThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 27 at 6:33 pm
Thank you so much for reading
 
theblondechickThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 26 at 3:50 pm
What a wonderful poem. It was so bittersweet!
 
IMSteelThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jan. 26 at 12:50 pm
I love this poem! I've often thought those same thoughts about racism. Keep writing and don't let anything get you down!
 
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