January 2011, October 2011
White Is Just A Color
Just a color
No better or worse than any other
I know this when I see my friend's brother
With his teeth as white as fancy butter
In fact I bet their entire clan
Has teeth as white as an albino man's hands
Cleaner than the brand new Blanco crayons
Que los muchachos en Spanish grade school have
Can I resist them? I think I can
I'm not going to stop and stare
At his teeth as white as frosted air...
...As a cartoon baby polar bear.
But when the lovely Scandinavian girl
Steps out of another world
Her white cheeks as lovely as a pearl
The snowflakes softly surrounding her
When I see her quiet and beautiful eyes
Colored blue and black and white
Then I can't help but realize
That white can fall between the most amazing lines -
That it falls with perfection upon her
The lovely Scandinavian girl.
And then I see my friend's clean teeth
As he approaches and smiles at me
Could that be white, too? Yes, it could be –
She has white in her face and so does he
But somehow it moves me differently
And I feel it necessary to repeat that
Just a color.