- Colour Blind -
Aha! The lad has achromatopsua.
It's incurable and hereditary.
Then my mother fainted.
Since there was no cure for this dreaded disease,
will they put me up for adoption?
I wondered if they would let me live.
For colouring the rivers brown instead of the usual blue,
the teacher caned me when I was nine.
Red became ridiculous and yellow was yechy too ,
but grass was green and sky was blue
and I wondered what to do.
Denied as an artist - betrayed by my eyes ,
everyone telling me what colours to believe
until my daughter told me
I'm painting pictures with words
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2016
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