Poem -

The Color Green

Imagine one little color could
make or break your dreams
That you can’t prosper without
multiple shades of green
 
The struggles are real without
this color on your side
You could lose everything you cherish
if you run out of your supply
 
Relationships in jeopardy
Homes in forclosure
Turmoil in general
Seems unfair to live this way
Life should be simple
 
Day after day
Month after month
You live thinking,  to be superior you
have to slave
Society says you need to have that green
to make your way
 
Things aren’t what they seem
To live comfortably you don’t need
multiple quantities of green
 
You can still thrive without a substantial
amount of money

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Tony Taylor

Hey NATASHA!!..... great choice in subject matter....... love the phrasing and the formatting........ and you topped it off with the coolest line in the write...." You can still thrive..."...... awesome!....ALL STARS!!..... well done poet sister!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?☀✴✳

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Natashia Bonner

Thank you for your kind words. Thanks for reading, I'm glad you enjoyed it

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