Fine Colors Poem by Imaanah Saleem

Black, white, yellow, brown,
Red, fawn, tan,
Bronze, copper, mahogany,
These are the colors of man.
We are all used to create beautiful pictures,
Like crayons in a coloring box.
The world is full of fine colors,
And no one is better,
So neither is dropped.
The Creator takes Its Time on a daily,
Making art by Its Own Means.
This It does for Its Own Pleasure.
The world is like Its Movie Screen.
Its been watching since the beginning.
And It sees over every end.
Writing story after story.
Keeping books like a librarian.
Variety is what peeps It's Interest.
So there is you, and you, and you.
Fools believe that our differing colors,
Are what makes us more beautiful.
Beautiful is The Hidden;
The Jewel beneath the sand;
The Essence of all people;
The Glow within every man.
In some people It shines much brighter.
In others Its Light is dim.
It is manifested through our personalities,
And is more valuable than the color of skin.