Love in colors.

When you say “I’m pretty like art”

I’m moved.

Confused

Disturbed

Bothered your eyesight is bad.

Are you seeing what I see every day in the mirror?

Are you?

Do you see the tiny dimples that appear on my BROWN cheeks?

When I smile deeply

Are you seeing the curves the universe gifted me with?

That’s ever so obvious in my favorite PURPLE dress

Do you see the proportional ORANGEs that sit powerfully on my chest?

The luscious full PINK lips

The long slender fingers with the prettiest nails painted RED

The thick short BLACK hair that has a mind of its own

The long slender legs that sit graciously in those GREEN shoes

The SILVER sparkle in my eyes when I’m in love

I could go on

But darling a BLACK woman loving on another

Is beauty in COLORS

Darling, if this isn’t art then nothing is.

I am art.

Art is me.