The color of tickles,
The juicy insides of a tasty steak,
Anxi’ty calming pills,
The color of the flesh of new born babes,
Destined to grow up white,
If there was a hue to the hope I feel,
It would be black as night,
Pink as the clothes that were run with the reds,
God, will I ever cry,
Watered down blood as I sob in the rain,
Knowing I’ll never die?
Don’t bet on it,
Each new day’s a new chance,
Do not ask me why my cheeks have turned pink,
It is what happens when my insides dance.
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