The green I am's not envy
But an emerald, lustrous bright.
The red I am's not anger,
I'm not looking for a fight.
The black I am's not hopelessness
But coal that's burning bright.
The white I am's not purity,
I'm simply sullied by life's fight.
The blue I am's not sadness
But skies so full of hope.
The brown I am is earthy
But I never have smoked dope.
The yellow I am's not cowardice
But Spring with all its charms.
The colours of my rainbow
Have never caused me harm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's a profound poem! I like it.