With a colour of my own

I seldom went to movies

they were never fun alone

rather listen to my music

In a bedroom on my own.

It wasn’t that I wanted to

I felt so isolated

In a world of images

In my mind I had created.

For outside I was different

with different coloured skin

people jeered / looked at me

as if I were a sin.

I never understood back then

why it was such a crime

In a world that’s painted

In colours all the time.

I lived within a circle

of bigotry and hate

ignorance in people

prejudice from the state.

With dignity and fortitude

in life I have survived

Hopeful this at last will change

and unite this great divide.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

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