My Color Trish Ferrier Litrus staff member Black, white, or brown,
Green, yellow, or blue;

Everyone has a color;
A hue to their soul.
A shade that mirrors them.
It reflects them inside.
And it gives them away.

But persuasion has its way,
And in this confusion,

I feel painted.

Painted a different color;
Your color.

You don't like mine,
You just can't stand the tint.
It’s just too bright for you.
But you won’t paint me anymore.
I’m about to change all that.
I will show my color.

And I'm going to paint it;
Splash it on the walls,
Drown out the floors,
Fling it to the ceiling,
Until I have drenched everything,

Including you.