The Red Crayon


What’s wrong with a grey crayon?
Grey crayons surround me.

I hadn’t heard of the other colors,
blue, yellow, green, gold.

Had I been lied to all my life,
grey isn’t the final answer?

Along comes Red,
bright and burning with life.

“Come color with me,” says Red.
“I’ll grab my grey friends.”

“Hey guys, come with me and Red”
“Oh, don’t got with him, he’s a liar and a fake!”

“But he’s so beautiful, can’t you see,”

“Don’t go with him,
we’ll have nothing to do with you.”

I trust Red, I follow Red.

The colors burst forth from me,
pinks, gold, silver, green, blue, purple.

Thank you for showing me life.
Thank you for being Red for me.

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