To what purpose do we perceive a color?
A radiant guilt for the dancer in white,
She glides across the stage in speckled light.
Innocence and purity like no other,
Was there ever such a sight?
When suddenly appears the ballerina in black.
Long shadows fall across the stage,
She twists and turns in malevolent rage.
The other dancers pause, taken aback,
What to make of this passionate sage.
And what role do you wish to play,
In the daily struggle of this ballet?
When curtains call and the lights go down,
And the audience assigns it’s phony crown.
You come to realize the price you pay,
To wear the color to which you are bound.