Call Me What You'd Like

Call me dark if you’d like

Because my arms are a hue of brown

Tawny on the brachium

Porcelain all the way down

Call me rosy if you’d like

Because my cheeks are a shade of strawberry

My face is a pale creamy beige

Looks and feels wary

What would you call me though

For the colour of my pain

A dark piercing crimson

Or the grey of the rain

What would you call me though

For the colour of my love

A calming splash of teal

Or the patient white of a dove

My body may be a swatch of brown

With splashes of yellow, red and grey

But how will you assort me

When everything else in me is a disarray

My soul is a jumble of colors

A tangle of my sentiments and spirit

So put my being in a box if you’d like

But you won’t be able to cage it

Call me any color you’d like

Because of my guise

But my true self is a rainbow

Visible only to the true eyes