Color Me Tan.
A chameleon basks among the leaves...color me green
he slithers accross a leafless branch ..color me tan
he trips and falls onto the grass ...color me green again.
My mind takes off on a flight of fantasy
color changes sure make me dizzy.
and here's another twist.
Bleaches and creams....color me white
suntan lotion .................color me tan
is there a shade to color me black?
Is it fantasy .......or is it a fact ...
am I ashamed of the skin I'm in?
The chameleon changes color to protect itself ..a safety net one might say
but why do we change the color of our skin
are we ashamed of what we are....afraid that discrimination will wear us thin?
or is it that we do not know
that whatever color change we make
we remain the same underneath.
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