Her name was purple but her heart was blue.

Her hair was golden brown and she wore it like a crown

Her eyes were green, the brightest you’d ever seen

Her lips were pink, soft as mink

Her teeth were so white, their luster so bright

Her smile so wide, could be spotted from a thousand miles

Her favourite colour was red, but it’s too late now, she’s dead.

Yemi Otukoya 


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