You are your favorite color but not your color

When I look at you, I wonder what is your name

Your favorite color and your dream

I wonder whether you're in love or heartbroken

How easy was morning for you to get out of bed?

What book are you reading or if you like reading at all?

Are you lost just as me or have life figured out?

What tribe do you belong to? Three birds and a brother

Or the old woman next door? She shares with you pancakes every morning

Or does she give you funny looks?

You probably miss your family

Or are they home with you?

If I tell them I bumped into you this morning

Should I say a nice person or a mean one

Wearing a yellow jacket and a lovely cologne

I wonder because I want to know who you are

What you are and what will you become?

You are where you're going

but not where you come from

You are how you held that tiny kitten off the road

Or how your eyes look glassy because you 

may've just had a good cry

You are how you see me and why

You are everything I'm wondering, but not the shape of your nose

You are your favorite color, but not your color

You are the human race, but not a race



Franky, by Alea Pinar Du Pre



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