Changing Color (Found Word Poem)

              First the colors. Then the people.

                    That is how I see things.

                 First up is something white, 

                You know, the blinding kind.

                   Next is a signature black,

            to show the poles of my versatility.

             The last thing I see is always red.

It's hard not to like a person who not only notices colors,

                             but speaks them.

     (From "The Book Thief" by Markus Zusak)