Blue Poem by Montaha Gasir

I'm an odd little blue.
Everyone else is red.
I'm lost without a clue.
Judgemental eyes, I dread.

I wish I were a pretty blue,
Like the clear sky or sea.
Not an old forgotten canoe,
Among the garage debris.

Out of place, out of colour.
I have to stay behind the curtain.
For a blue that couldn't be duller,
Isn't wanted, just a burden.

Fitting in is supernatural,
like I'm from another planet.
Side glances by the pocket full.
This can't be my reality, can it?

But I'm an odd little blue.
Everyone else is red.
My own colour feels taboo,
In this world of brain dead.