My Pretty Orange Feet

Blacks and blues is all you see
In this side of the world of gloom and glee
How they go hand-in-hand is still a mystery
But one left for another day, another story

Today is about my rebellion with colour
Breaking from the tradition, to go with more flavour

My pretty orange feet keep me so high always
Like a soaring eagle, I always fly
They take me to a place I’ve never been
They make me feel greater than Her Majesty, the Queen

They may say Nike on the side
But they are actually mine ’til I die
They set me apart from all this gloom
And one day, you will see, I’ll bloom

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