I am colorful

My skin is brown.

Melanin indeed.

But I am like a seed.

When nourished and groomed.

My flowers can bloom.

For today I feel yellow.

Sunny and bright.

Full of delight, for what's to come.

My skin is brown.

Melanin indeed.

But I am like a seed.

What's on the inside must be grown.

It takes love and light.

It takes strength and might.

Somedays I feel red.

Fueled by anger and pain.

Soaked on by rain.

My skin is brown.

Melanin indeed.

But I am like a seed.

My journey has just begun.

Put me in the sun.

So that I can feel light.

So that my red days can be yellow.

My skin is brown.

Melanin indeed.

Sometimes I feel blue.

But I won't let my flowers die.

For my colors belong to me.

They are only yours to admire.

My colors can't be bought.

They can be desired.

Let all your colors show.

So, we can know how your seeds grow.

So, we can understand the beauty of your flowers.