Colourblind
Washed my face
Curled my hair
Doesn’t make much difference
You’ll still stare.
Cleaned my shoes
Best dress on
Want to make friends
But you just make fun.
Four years old
First day at school
I still remember
You were so cruel.
Carried on
till the day I left
Made life hell
Always felt bereft.
Made me question
Made me strong
Why are people’s
Views so wrong?
So teach your children
To be kind
Be good in their hearts
And colour blind.
Copyright © Tricia Lucas-Clarke | Year Posted 2011
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