Inconspicously blending in

Black.
White.
Black.
White.
Black.
White.
Black.
White
Black.
White.
Black.
White.
Red.

Author's Notes: My last, and worst poem for the series. However, this one was intentionally bad. I hate this whole poetry thing, where we're force fed poetry in a few weeks, and told to write poems in that time. It's a bad way for me to learn. So, in my rebelion, my last poem isn't much but it's message is clear. We try to inconspicously blend in with others around us, but we're all colors when everyone else seems to be a shade. We don't fit in.