The Crayola People

The colors of my world are

now brand new. My old world

was red. Me, somewhat green.

But there I had been so blue.

Like a chameleon, I tried to

change to fit in. Sometimes

yellow from fear of the unknown

in a world I longed to live;

Other times green with envy of

those who've always been there

- the beautiful Crayola people -

lost in life, found in love!

Whether green, yellow, or

blue, they welcomed me.

Whether green, yellow, or

blue, they accepted me with

an orange warmth.

In Crayola world, all colors

in the box are welcome. Here

in Crayola world, all colors

blend into a passionate purple.

~g