A POEM

The White Crayon Finds Its Purpose

There is hope if you suppose you’re a misfit

Image Source: Pixabay

Sometimes you’re right
But mostly you’re wrong
Life can feel useless and
Lonely as a white crayon

Being the least used color
You never thought outside the box
No one ever knew your value
Limiting beliefs have become your blocks

Life is also a box of chocolate
Now isn’t that a surprise!
Will they ever know your story?
Well, now they will, don’t you worry

If you feel you’re this white crayon
You have no use on a white surface
If you want leave an impact
You’ll have to land on darkness

Leave all your fears behind because
There’s no room for white privilege
In the world of art and diversity
You can shine with your creative edge

But before you start to run,
You’ll have to learn to walk
This brings back memories from school
Boy! Did I love writing with chalk!