Color Me Black (OctPoWriMo2015-Day 8)
Black is what I always was So I decided to embrace it Heartache, mystery and sophisticastion They all can sum me up Just a little bit But I know what color I am, it's a perfect fit I'm the color people stay away from They can't read me To them, I'm a loaded gun But I'm not here to talk about weapons Because the words I write are plenty 24 years and they still don't get me They think this means I'm dark on the inside Yet this may be true But there's still a light that shines Because black doesn't mean I'm bad Just that I'm a mystery I think that's what gets them mad My shade is too dark to see through And they're afraid of what they can't see So they try to mold me But I was never one for conformity So color me bad or color me good It doesn't matter, I'll still be misunderstood The prompt was "Color Me Good" and to write about a color that sparks a memory or...