tell me what it is you see when you stare at me,
when you look past my color of skin,
my thick skin, my beliefs.
tell me what it is that you miss when you miss me,
you were born a virgin.
a sinner too.
you are special
you turn yellow when you stand under a blue sky.
or is it you turn a purple i,
but you are special
under a blue sky you are special…
society rules, at times but you, strive to find your color blue. but your yellow is my purple , and my blue is not yours, your point of view is not my true,
i speak of colors but i mean everything above others.