A variation on a version of crayon dreams, will you C/C please?

Dollar store kind not even Crayola, envy of others took over my mind I just had 6, used to have 8 had to carry em in a sock cuz the the dog ate the box, and the brown one I never liked anyway, one day I brought home a picture with a red check mark, ashamed and a note "D" the sky is not... show more Dollar store kind
not even Crayola,
envy of others took over my mind
I just had 6, used to have 8
had to carry em in a sock
cuz the the dog ate the box,
and the brown one
I never liked anyway,

one day I brought home a picture
with a red check mark, ashamed
and a note
"D" the sky is not red
and the grass not blue."

"Um I forgot to mention the dog
ate that color too."

I envied the kids who had 16
and 24, some of em even had more.
They never shared, almost gloating
while I scratched out my monochrome dreams
askin to borrow, laughed at
"No,yer dog will eat it",

said in a shower of fine spit spray.

I was gonna throw my effort away
so I wouldn't get scolded at home.
My mom read the note, laughing,
crumpling and tossing it in the trash.
Put my drawing on the refrige.
She went to the store, bought me the real deal
it was more than 8, but not 64.

I colored another picture that night

to take to class the next day,
showed it off proud while kids
still hooted and hollered,

"Silence please." The teacher said,

looked at my drawing, sighed, patting my head.
"D" the sky is not pink."

"Sometimes it is when the sun goes down."

"But the grass is not yellow."

"Um we ain't had no rain,
so all the grass in town is
and turnin to brown.
Plus I got to use my favorite color."

I smiled when she tacked it up on the cork board.
Maybe I taught her somethin?

Thanks to Scooter who re-inspired this.

Thanks too to HH, who finds my homespun, mildly annoying.
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