Shades of blue.

I am sorry if I don’t blend -

For I have seen factions of men

Divided - by virtue of what they can eat.

For I have also seen groups of girls

Separated over colour – dark, fair or wheat.

I am sorry if I sound aloof -

For I have seen days

Which brought no sun.

And I have been with people

Who instilled harm with all their pun.

I am sorry if I am glum -

If I seldom fall in tune

With your every twist and twirl.

Or if I never offer to tune up

To your every whim and fancy.

I am sorry if am ugly –

For I have had men call me pretty

And walk with me with pride.

For I have seen my men

Walk away with women, prettier than I.

I am not sorry that you found me – True!

For how you walked in

I have no clue!

I’d want you to know that my days with you,

Are no longer painted with shades of blue!