Me

I’m a trendsetter,

who pretends to be classy,

And dons a black dress with pearls,

But the next day opts for another,

Resembling Pollock’s messy swirls.

I’m a graphic designer,

I paint in my mind,

And through the clicks of a keypad,

I choose fuschia or mauve,

But never purple.

I’m a mom,

Who on game night,

Teams up with my daughter or son.

Choosing teams based on color,

The common hues of our skin or eyes.

Aria chooses skin,

I’m on her team this time.

I’m a daughter,

With the same “morena” complexion,

As my parents.

A bronzed-skinned brunette,

That wishes to be,

A mantis shrimp,

A small crustacean that perceives color,

Like no other,

And to me,

Understanding  the difference between,

Indigo, Cobalt and Azure,

Is not enough.

But above all,

I am light,

And if you’re lucky enough,

You’ll be the prism,

That refracts the colors within me.