If Like A Chameleon You Must Change Poem by Melody Thaila Kuku

Green, Blue, Black, Brown.
What can I say you are?
My eye balls are exhausted,
They faint,
They run out of pigment.
Do you say you are human?

If my ears still dance to music,
Then, I heard right when men once said,
Man is one who lives his life not that of others”.
For one who change colour will run out of colour
And then no man will know him.

Ye live to make all pleased,
Even when deep down the heart hurts.
And then in loneliness of thoughts, the
Mind cry for identity.
But like a Chameleon, you keep changing.
All because you fail to deal with life.

Oh, be yourself! Let no man make you reject you.
Man was made to look in the water at his image
And be proud.
But if you still change,
Then will you be as the water?

If wisdom be true then, hear for he says,
Mortal appreciate one who be himself,
Wearing his own colour.
For then you learn to whip life,
With his problems at your feet.
Then you make success friend.”

So if like a Chameleon you must be,
Then let it be that you take your personality for a spin,
Changing with the seasons,
Putting on colours that better the soul,
Instead of that men chose to see thee wear.

Then like a Chameleon you change,
With you still, you.
And your true identity know to the world.
And men wanting to live your life,
Instead of you, theirs.

If like a Chameleon you must change,
Let it be that you
Show the world the different you.














MAGDALA