"What's your favorite color?" I'd ask my companions

Blue, red, pink, yellow

Something identifiable

Reliable

Something they could always turn back to

Our world is overrun with color

From the gray of your cracking sidewalk

To the brown of my grandfather's clock

Each hue, a taste of an identifiable odor

From the brown of your neighbor

To the yellow of your pen

Who knew society would be divided by this split end?

A soothing blue sky over coming a pitch black soar

For the sun knows whom the people adore

The good over the bad

Who could worry anymore?

Whom would say they are the right?

The crimson of a filthy hoodie, flowing by with a goodie inside

Or the hue of their suit, leaving his family behind?

When they would never step into the light, of their ways

For a person is only identifiable by their lies

The hallways I've walked through myself

Tells me more than one could say for them self

For the groups of color are visible

The bubbly yellows far from the dusty blues

For they expect them to be crusty

Bleeding hues

Forever blue

Those who latch to the yellows

Are those who bellow

When the yellow is no more

For even they become sore

Upset and hurt, the blues cry

Then that's where the yellows say good bye

The greens away from the oranges, for they are unbearable

Being happy with their lives, how tolerable

The kale envious of their own kind

The oranges never afraid to speak their mind

Those who choose to be a sickly purple over a gray

Rather live in a life of mystery

Than see the rather dark history

Some colors who'd never stay the same

Who would hate one another

If the one in spite are those made of white light?

All of the light at once, creating one magnificent sight

Our society sees them as pure

The goldens as bright minded

The hazels and negroes as unfit, unright

Are those deserving to be tied?

For the whites and grays are the intelligent

For their shirts seem to say it all

The dark plastic and metal rim about their eyes

Seem to clarify that they are always right

For a white could easily be a gray

A pink a blue

For it does not matter for what hue

For the inside is our true hue