Color me some

Before I begin to pour my soul,

Color me some

Knowing that it was never

My fault

It was not my fault my parents

Decided to cross oceans

To merge their bodies

As if the sun had to rush for a new day

Forgetting their roots,

Misspeaking their language

Letting go of the truth

The truth that held the mysteries

Of mixing the sun with the moon

That colors are always beautiful

But not always display the truth

The fruit

As the precious momentum grew

On their faces

They had no choice

It was a lottery ticket

Two whites, one olive

But they saw them all as one

The whites with particles of black

But never too much

The olive

Never enough

Never light enough to be white

Never dark enough to be black

In between worlds

In between shades

In between always in between

As the olive that never

Produces oil without suffering

Color me some

And don’t tell me I’m beautiful

If you don’t understand

What it feels like

To be in between places

To feel that you never belong

To be constantly torn apart

To see you don’t match

To notice the differences

More than the similarities

Color me some

But when you do, please

Don’t ask me to choose

Don’t tell me I look more south

And less north

Don’t put a title on me

based on the perception of

Your limited eyes

Color me some

And know that as the caramel,

I was made out of pure sugar,

Delicate creamy butter,

And a pinch of salt

My shades are never still

So, please sweetly

Color me some