Thank God For Girls

Looked

I'm the color of coffee

After you and some milk and sugar

My dad's the color of dark chocolate

Or perhaps a well cooked burger

My mother's the color of plywood

That's been sanded, buffed and cleaned

My words are the color of sunsets

That I've painted, written and dreamed

But if I looked closely

I'm sure it would have seemed

That nothing was so different

In these separate life machines

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Ruby Bridges