Colours.

by Ayeni Tolulope

I wanted all green, but I dressed in cream,
Didn’t understand why; maybe it was just a case of blues,
I felt grim, hot and red,
offended by all this glamorous light.
Oh! What I’d give for pink,
Or another shade of colour different from this eternal light,
But remember, a forbidden darkness is black,
Since the evening sun still glows golden-yellow,
Perhaps, I should just stick with my cream,
Or move closer to mother earths’ green.