Color Poem by Edwina Reizer

Children don't see color in a human face.
All that they see is the human race.

Little child of brown
come let's swing around.
Little child of black
let's play piggy-back.
Little child of white
let's go fly a kite.
Little child of yellow
come share my marshmallow.

When you get all grown up,
I hope that you won; t change.
Can you remember all the fun
when our faces were not strange?

Innocence is fleeting.
All too soon it's lost.
Now we notice colors
and look what it has cost.