Zebras
Zebras are striped
We all can agree
But the color of stripes
Is a mystery to me
Are they black
With stripes of white
Or white with black
Which one is right
As for me
I just don’t care
But I know
There are folks out there
Who label you
As black or white
And judge on that
And that’s not right
So let’s not argue
But agree
That zebras are
A mystery
And mystery
As mysteries go
Are cherished gifts
When you don’t know
Mdailey 9/26/11
Copyright © Mike Dailey | Year Posted 2011
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