
They. Might call me crazy or Yellow since I’m half Asian
But I prefer to be called black since I’m pretty dark
But I love the white , the color of light shinning trough my eyes
Purple thoughts in my kind mind hope they don’t spill out
The establishment green won’t let that slip
So I stay brown cultivating my ideas
As the blue person gimme wouaaahs
It fires me up a cool orange flash they try to eliminate me
All ends in a sea of blood , this way I can’t go as much as I want
I need real love
About the Creator
Lucas Vincent
I like poetry 👍
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