No diversity
It was either hair shinning
Golden in the sun
With eyes as blue as the ocean
Or hair like ash, black as coals
Eyes still blue as the ocean
But face smeared with a dusty ash, black as coals
No diversity
They talked of plains, and trains, and cars
And that was social
Though they never slowed down to look at the world around them
Never talked of how autumn leaves felt under your feet or in your hair
Or how the world was so messed up
With windows rolled down
Golden hair flying around them
They hardly saw the grass
Or the coals started a bright fire
They hardly saw the grass
No diversity
Not really anyways
