Human Color

Poem By Donna Lee Womack

There's a man upstairs, he's something Red.
He's just that type to be mislead.

The lady below, she's something Brown.
The one who has the curious frown.

The girl downstairs could be a Green;
A 'green' to me means never seen.

The rest I know, I'll call them White;
they're pretty much what I call bright.


I say I could be said for Gray...
to pass for evening, night, or day.

I'd rather be Coloful.

Comments about Human Color

Thank you Alex. Colors can be what you make them; just as you can be all you can be in life.: -)
i really like that: -) it's really sweet and i love the way you described people as colours it's cool: -)

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