Stuck in a riot of colors.

True friendship among people is restricted by gender. They say, it's either bros before hoes or the sisterhood of the travelling pants. I am a firm believer of this doctrine. And the devil may care if I am wrong because I realized that I have had a wonderful session 2009-10, of great & valuable friendship; not that it happened to me for the first time. I dedicate it to my friends. My personal sisterhood of the travelling pants. 
This poem is named as Stuck in a riot of colors
It has been illustrated as under:
                                        
                                           Set apart from white, black or grey;
                                           From the mundane do they stray.
                                      
                                           If I am blue, you be pink; 
                                   
                                       she could be Red That was said with a wink
                                   
                                     Then some other day, She'd be green, raked
                                   
                                     I would be yellow, you better parade naked
                                            That they decided, took a vote
                                    2:1 was the mandate, so didn't got to rote

   
                                  
                                             So, they became queens of color
                                  
                             Thus, never passed a day preceding the present being duller.

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