Drab Gray Society
~Lindsay Lockhart~

Each the same,
They drone monotonously.
Each face identical,
They pitter and praddle.
Each body of the same design,
Their eyes shine with conformity.
Each set of skin the same drab gray,
They go on without regret.
One body stands proud and silent,
Its skin a vibrant rose.
One body stands reflective and alone,
In a sheath of deep indigo.
One body stands with gentle serenity,
Radiating light from an opalescent white cover.
One body calculates with precision,
A deep, majestic black.
Beneath gray feet,
Layers of discarded rainbow are trampled.
Beneath colored feet,
Are spots bare of refuse.
Gray faces turn toward each other,
Smiling and chatting absently.
Bare gray backs turn to vibrant colors,
Excluding them from conversation.
The price of inclusion,
The loss of what makes one unique.
A drab gray society,
Excluding those who shine.