I am not

I am not

I am not red. Not the color of fire. Not that I am not ignited with the hot flames of passion or anger when either love or hate is amplified in my being. Not red, not one color for two opposite emotions. I am not,  not confused by red.

I am not

I am not blue. Not the ethereal beauty of the calm sky or languid sea. Not that I can't experience calm... But for how long? I am not  blue. Blue is not constantly dormant. Blue can instantly  evoke the storm from it's languished state, changing.

I am not, not confused by blue.

I am not

I am not yellow. Not the beginning of life. Not the beauty of life. Not the hope of life. Not the heat of yellow. Yet my body gives forth life.

Beginning, hope, heat. Yet alone yellow does not sustain such. I am not, not confused by yellow.

I am not black, perspective, darkness,

green, ideal of nourishment, growth

white, a blank slate, to be determined by the other's blends

purple, emotion, passion

nor orange, in it's obstacles

I am not A color.

I am a collective.

YET MY UNIQUENESS... IS I GET TO CHOOSE.

I AM NOT, NOT CONFUSED BY THE AMOUNT OF EACH...

Not confused, THAT THROUGH,  TOUCH, OR THE LACK OF,  EMOTION, OR LACK OF, INTERACTION, OR LACK OF....THAT I WILL CHOOSE INVOLUNTARILY, OR VOLUNTARILY ...TO BECOME THE COLOR OF ME.