the king and queen
of the castle of color
were blessed
with a son
with beautiful polka-dot skin
like none other
but he soon was mocked
and king made quick laws
that blocked
for even the peasant child
dotted mud on face
dancing around wild
until then, not one
in the whole castle
noticed differences
of others
this is when things
began to unravel
the prince's skin, not his only scorn
seen by his eye
was only shades of gray
this, the way he was born
and tomorrow...coronation day
now the jesters and council
soon petitioned
make a color favorite
their plea
a royal color envisioned
the crown
on his brow
aiming to please
but know not how
he found the gray
that he perceived
the exact middle shade
and all
were so so aggrieved
for everyone came to be compared
to the royal gray
but none, not one,
were the exact grade
soon they were put in
groups two
one of lighter and
one of darker shade
the new king built
a wall
to exactly separate
with hopes, with hopes
to eliminate shades of hate
but soon another was needed
for the shades were split
again and again and again
and soon they were all in
cells of one
and in their tiny
lonely vaults
they all shouted
"i am unique....one of one
i am me...compared to none"