Count us one by one,
And see that we are all unique.
My skin is my own,
And my thoughts reflect
Each aspect of my life.
The shadows of trees,
The place of midday sun,
My best friend's smile,
And the lyrics of my favorite song
Are all things important to me.
So, you may count us
And decide
Who gets your blessing
And who gets your curse.
But, know this,
I will never bow to you
Because of your thoughts
On people and how there are
Right and wrong colors
In a world full of different shades.
YOU ARE READING
CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
