When I was in 3rd grade, my teacher, Mrs. LaGue, asked us all to write a poem about our favorite color. I heard from a little birdie that she has been opening her class every year for the last 10+ years with it. Here is my color poem.
Black is when you see the sky
It is depression and a sigh
The color of someone’s skin
Lets you see hurt or sin
A blackbird so delicate and light
Will see the stars in the sky tonight
Black is how we feel or see
Black can be our destiny
Black is sorrow in our heart
Black is kind and forever smart
Black is when we see the sky
A gentle kiss
A wave goodbye
A.Walk
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