Colorblindness
COLORBLINDNESS
I had a confused childhood cos I was colorblind
But still I was the logical and persistent kind.
I would ask mum what color - maybe brown?
No, she’d say - it’s beige,
Well, I didn’t know any French then. . . .
Or she’d say - it’s natural
So, I said, are black, blue, green, yellow unnatural?
Ok she’d say - it’s fawn
How do I know what colour a fawn is?
Well son, it’s kinda biscuit colour
Did she mean chocolate biscuit or coconut?
Ok, you can call it - stone-coloured, son
Did she mean white limestone or black basalt?
No, she changed her mind - it’s more like oatmeal
Ok, so what colour is oatmeal?
Well, kinda biscuity-natural, son. . . . .
And not to mention the problem with
Lilac, heliotrope, purple, pinky-mauve, lavender, heather,
But the worst was wine-coloured. . . did she mean red or white??
And don’t get me started about
Lemon, mustard, cream, daffodil, and.. . . .
I think I went colorblind just to avoid all the confusion
Of shades of colors in profusion
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Entered in Olajide Adelana's Contest Color Blindness
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