I am not pigmentally challenged
I bleed in color
Dream vivid dreams
And leap from slumber
Singing songs that make the rainbow
Quiver at dusk
We laugh in yellow
Hues, loud, sunny and mellow
We celebrate the dawn with prayer
Our exhaustion with conversation
Greet the setting sun
With dances in golden hues
We are pigmented through
And through, thoroughly bleeding
Truth into the course of history
Harmony is our response
To pain and to sorrow
Community is our riposte
I am not pigmentally challenged
Like this ball of earth
My skin is sunburned
My motile soul, liquid life of me
Is the blues of funerals past
And joyfull greens of babies born