Some days, I can’t stand people! They are sometimes too dynamic; meaning they can go from good to bad in a flash. One would find that particularly annoying if you lived in my house.
I wrote the poem below to express my utter annoyance and frustration with people. I choose to supply some “visual” aid by writing about the human soul through colors; I focused on the color gray. In my opinion, the color gray best suites the essence of mankind because it is a mix of good and bad, white and black. Another fact about this poem is that, I spoke about people having vibrant favorite colors. I felt that symbolized who we might pretend to be. Angry and red, jovial and yellow, or even gloomy and blue; everyone turns gray when it comes to the choices we make.
The Blacks, The Whites,
and the Grays
To Me,
When someone picks their
Favorite color
It’s typically not Gray.
They go for the Pink Purples,
The Blue Greens,
The fire Red Oranges.
Because that’s what we see.
The Pink Purple geraniums,
The Blue ocean, Green grass.
Red flames and Orange oranges.
No one likes Gray.
Even the Blacks
-and Whites are favorites.
You’d be surprised to find out who loves
a Black berry
or a White winter’s day.
But never Gray.
Gray is reserved for the soul.
Because the soul is so bleak.
Even better,
it’s left for the mind.
Because the mind can never
Decide what it wants to be
Good or Bad.
One moment the mind
is full of virginal White
and the next it’s Black as night.
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