Colours of my rainbow

red for the blood of this body,

the crimson and wine

of a little black boy

who breathes and exists to ooze passion and shine,

not like the poetic unoriginality that is the sun

but like none other

orange for the fire and flames

not the citrus or tangy zest,

but an inferno of bottled-up teenage angst

corked or screwed but neither method is the best,

i can peel back my layers like an orange too

unveil by truest form, though what if i am judged by you?

yellow for my favourite colour

after i realised boys did not have to like the colour blue,

instead i could crown myself in daffodils

embrace the divinity of this femininity, because not all boys are blue

i am allowed to dip myself in the sweetness of milk and honey

i am allowed to smile even when it is not sunny inside

green for the grass

and nature’s olive shades, where the gems and jewels of earth are found

where i can sings songs with sweet ease among the trees

allow the breeze to be the backing track to my sound

intoxicated on the scent of vanilla and chamomile

and lavender too, i’m an experience that is worthwhile

blue for the

ocean and sky,

cerulean depths of salt and sugar

where my dreams can reside, levitate and fly

blue for the tears i sometimes drown in like it is a sea

a colour i never had to like for me

indigo for

the intuition of this body when it move

to the beat

these hips sway like palm trees: hypnotising in my groove

call me a professional dancer, respectfully

let me try and vogue and give you realness and fantasy

violet

for the royalty of my heritage

bathed in seasoning and ripened in sweetness like plantain

nestled between adages and culture

afro combs and tight curls

violet for my mysticism and truth because

i am a flower that blossoms.

these are the colours of my rainbow