Colors

This is my poem on racism.

In this place
Nothing is what it seems
The grass is yellow
And the sky is green


The trees are orange
And the roads are gray
And there are no clouds
To make a rainy day


And the sun is white
Like a godly ball
And instead of turning red
The leaves turn pink in the fall


Instead of having races
We have normal human beings
And no one has to figure out
What kind of person they are seeing


Because color doesn't matter
In this mixed up world
There are no stereotypical people
Growing in little boys and girls

There are no racist comments
Anyone can say what they please
No consequence to pay
No irrational fees


You say if no one's unique
Life would be a lot duller
I say it's easier to see people
If they weren’t recognized by color