Are we these colors that blink in and out?
Are we like vending machines when light is lit coins only?
Not all of us were made in the USA, but we were all made on this planet.
Bright for the beaming light shining to make us see clearer.
Brilliant for the knowledge we pass along the way, some get it, some don’t.
Dramatic for the way we speak in order for someone to pay attention.
Intense for the person who heard, lead, and perhaps had a helping hand.
Incandescent for the scores of diverse colors we are. You, you, you and yes me too..
Acceptance for the hand-picked radiant color he gave to each one of us, now that's something to think about, don't cha think?
Yet a child comes along and another one in another color and another one in another language and color still remains absent from their mind.
Maybe we need to start our performance over and learn what children learn before we as parents corrupt them… all.....