Complexion Color Wheel

Whenever I walk into a room

my complexion is as bright as the color wheel,

If I never needed white to complete my aura

does that make me primary?

A painting of a man for many words

Freehanded when my colors are cool,

but granted for warm expression,

more so red aggression when tainted by fools.

Although disciplined to hold my tongue and keep quiet,

modesty is the only adjective that stops me from getting violet.

Family Christians refrain from speech that’s violent,

But the dangers of the church talks of orange means confinement;

In happiness.

I wear my colors in streaks of abstinence and

clothe whatever the means of being masculine.

An attribute of a man, yes

But I sew the threads of my garments on the lines of Divine Femininity

Tinted shades of nose rings and shades

Hopefully, it’s in high saturation as my thoughts leave this page

Currently in a phase of yellow hues

I reached the stage to graduate and far from senior blues

I’m living in a summer forever

Regardless of seeing grey in my daze,

The days to shy away from purple rain

This is poetic Crayola; you know me more now on wax, than an eardrum.