Today I told the class

That the book I am holding is red

Not a second had passed

Before chaos had spread

They yell and point

At the book in my hand

And deny that it is red

"It's blue," they shout

And keep on shouting

For they will never know what's unsaid

"No," I say when they stop yelling. "It is red."

The yelling commences

Some nasty things are said

To me and my thinking

And how stupid I am

They didn't ask why I thought

That the book in my hand isn't blue

They just automatically assumed

That I couldn't possibly be true

I waited for awhile

Until all is said that needed to be

Then I flipped the book around

To show them what I see

And the class became quiet

For the book was indeed blue

But it was also very red

When they see it from my point of view