Colorless Me
This is a story on how I fought my way back.
When the world tried to beat it out of me, to get me off track.
I am not talking about labels & boxes constructed by bees.
But red, yellow, purple & sometimes even green.
Zombies walking around with their skin frigid & cold.
That's why we constantly hear the insults, which makes them so bold.
Your heart & soul have always been the key.
Let this be a lesson to a colorless me.
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