Coloured

Disclaimer: This poem(especially the word ‘you’ used here) does not intend to point to any person or community in particular. They are just my thoughts on something that has been in this world for a long time, from a perspective.

You’re pink when embarrassed

Pale when stressed

Green when sick

Red if someone pricks

Blue when cold

Happiness comes with gold

White when scared

Purple in rage when you glare

I am black when embarrassed

Black when stressed

Black when sick

Black if someone pricks

Black when I’m cold

My skin holds no gold

Black when scared

Black when I glare

And you call me coloured.