POEM NO. 1.
He is nothing but flesh and bones
He has no property that he owns
He's always awake, although he yawns
He only has himself, under different zones
This and that, they see him as
Black and white, they think he has
They dont know that time do pass
He grew colors under a greener grass.
They tried to paint him blue
They tried to paint him green
They tried to change his hue
And he struggled, it would seem.
He started to resist, even fought back
For everything they think he lacked
All those emotions inside him stacked
He can't suppress it, the barrier cracked.
They think what they thought was right.
They thought wrong, now they took flight
For he showed his colors with all his might
He frightened them with his colors so bright.
