White walls
White shoes
White cars
White people
White World
Everything growing up
was white
An Advocate
I never dreamed I’d be
Perspective colored the sky
Love blurred my straight lines
Understanding opened a window
The fresh air was overwhelming
It’s easy to think
That the world is
the way it always will be
But that
is not the case
Because people change
And come
And go
And adapt
Perspective is the key
I carried unknowingly
To unlock the world
And its beauty
Bright walls
Pastel shoes
Neon cars
Beautiful people
Technicolor World