Beautiful Colorful Me

You color me black, but coloring me correctly is impossible without understanding beautiful colorful me. You see, I've been blue since the purple day in May when my black face sawm up a pink canal and into a white room. My brown eyes came to rest on the red blood my mother shed to give my golden soul green pasture to chase rainbows in. Now every day my pasture or my soul ain't yellow with sun rays, sometimes you will find my soul stained with blueish-grey funk from the sky, leaving me wishing my mind could be clear as the cold raindrops that pelt my dark brown hide. So, even a color-blind child can see the blackness I wear as a badge of my pain. But to understand the complexities of me as a man your concept of my color spectrum must expand. Once color me correctly then you just may get a chance to appreciate beautiful colorful me, and show me beautiful colorful you.