Purple
a Poem by Raquel Swann
Can you somehow comprehend
what it’s like to be different?
In a world full of
greens and blues
I realize I’m purple.
The ordinary think me odd
I call it, extraordinary.
Will you walk with me
through crowds of
greens and blues
warding off piercing stares,
deflecting verbal bullets
aimed at my heart?
Can you not see that purple,
green, or blue, or red, or brown,
or even yellow,
are built from the same design?
Can you be colorblind
and allow yourself
to love?
To understand?
To accept?
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