Colors

​Some days I am white

Not accepting of anything

Pure

Away from the stains 

Of humans;

Other days I am black

I accept all

The good and the bad

An empty vessel

Waiting to be filled;

Some days I am yellow

Bright

Bursting with rays

Beaming

Other days I am red

The same red that flows

Through our vessels

The same red that flows

In a battlefield

.

Everyday I am colorful

Full of life

An artist’s pallette;

That makes us all

Art.


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