Why is the Sky Blue?
They say the sky is blue
but it's red.
Red to mourn every life
that is taken too soon.
They say the sky is blue
but it's yellow.
Yellow to encourage the upturned faces
of those hoping for more.
They say the sky is blue
but it's green.
Green to nourish the families
as they grow together.
They say the sky is blue
but it's black.
Black to comfort our insecurities
when we need to cry alone.
They say the sky is blue
and they’re right.
Because they don’t want to see
what I see.
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