A mother should be the color of a rainbow
My mother is a color I cannot define
It boggles my mind is it me or am I colorblind
How come it’s so hard to find the blood is thin
Thick is the wine in my bloodline
Two tablespoons before bedtime
What are my alphabets why is my milk red
Leaning on a color of a mother
Holding a pillow I smother
Dim lights still I see colors
None is my mother