The color on the outside of me
Is not the color I choose to be
Its the color w0ven by my many ancestors
A patchwork of stories within a story
Blended by love
Bruised by hate
Faded, torn, and bloodied by despair and trauma,
I Choose to rise above the ashes of this color given to me
I AM the color I Choose to be
The color of music
The color of rain
The color of sunshine
No more pain
I AM FREE!
I AM the color I Choose to be!
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Melanie Eyink
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