Colourblind

I know roses are red

And grass is green

But I am filled with dread

With people’s amused grin

Whenever I fail a colour test

Such as a jumble of colours in a book

I always try my best

But such tests are not as easy as they look.

I can’t make out what is the number is this jumble of colours.

I may not be able to distinguish all the colours of a rainbow

Or an amazing display of exploding fireworks

Or a multi-coloured beach ball

Or a masterpiece artwork

But I don’t feel any sorrow

Colour blindness is part of my genes

I just pray for a better tomorrow

Where people are not judged by the colour of their skin.