Go Ahead call me Colored! It shows your lack of creativity Because you only use one crayon, Black! But beware of this crayon box You try to put me in Because I’m in living color Other colors are bound to rub off on me Yes, I too am white Can't see it in my eyes but Thank God For putting two black dots there So I can still see my roots Go Ahead call me Colored! But you can only Draw my outline with this marker You will never fill between my lines Or know that I am more than one simple color Go Ahead call me Colored! I’ll let your words cut me a little For you to watch my red spill out Run down my arms and through my legs to Fill between the lines So you’ll see the colors of my ancestors That sung the Blues Didn’t yield to the Mean Green but chased dreams As they picked the white coton, Underneath the yellow sun until they turned pale blue for their souls Fly Away and paint with all the colors of the wind Because they had Faith when they had no crayons Were colorful even when they where nicknamed "Colored" So Go Ahead Call me Colored Because I too am my ancestors Colored & Colorful!