Hue Colours

Hue Colours

I could paint myself almost devoid of colour,

With curved lines. A shape:

An hourglass or a pear,

Red sultry lips,

Forbidden fruit hidden behind a coy smile.

“Baby got back!”

And front, and centre.

I could paint myself green from envy,

And blue from bitter distaste.

A cup full of salted water,

That is brimming with subtle overconfidence.

“You are easy to hate!”

But why should I change for them and become a neutral palette?

I could paint myself silver and gold,

Adorned like a Diamond and Ruby necklace:

Frosting.

Successful and talented, shiny and impressive,

A handcrafted, man made gift.

“You are going to achieve incredible things!”

But a black subconscious whisper still exists to tell me that all jewels depreciate in time...

I could paint myself purple, pink, yellow and orange,

Like a tropical sunset that offers love, warmth and hope-

Ethereal beauty that radiates from within,

Like the sun casting its spell on a treacherous ocean.

Humanitarian.

“You are the nicest person I have ever met!”

Snow white like an angel, a prayer to find tranquillity in life’s divine plan...

I could paint myself with any and all of these colours,

but I am made up entirely of all of their hues.

I am a glass kaleidoscope of colour,

shattered into a million pieces. Unique.

And you can find my essence in every corner of the world.

“I am who I am, and who I was always meant to be.”

And my Hue colours are what make me beautiful, and illuminate my diversity.