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My Favourite Colour

Colours of Me

By Vicky RoPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
My Favourite Colour
Photo by Marcus Dall Col on Unsplash

When asked what my favourite colour was, I responded..."Black."

"Oh, black isn't a colour - it's a shade."

In fact, black is the absence of light

Black is long, dark nights

Black is scary

Black is evil, horror, and death -

Nothing sweet about it but the berry

Why is your favourite colour black??? 

Because Black...is me.

And it's not that the light isn't there

It's set deep inside my soul

It's fine wired through my skin so every time I smile I glow gold

A direct reflection of my heart

The prism which shoots iridescent rays of pride, potential, and possibilitiy

Sky blues to remind me of the beauty on the horizon

I find peace in green pastures of patience

While reds ignite fires under my passions, illuminating spaces that lackluster

Purples pick me up out of my depression and remind me that I'm royalty That my lineage is more than broken, suffering skin of mahogany

My history is deeply rooted in strength and perseverance and stretches my limbs towards the scorching Sun without singing a branch

For when we eclipse, we are one 

Black is growth.

Found in the rich soils of my ancestry and the recesses of my mind

Like hallows waiting to be filled with knowledge and experiences spanning centuries and lifetimes before my physical existence 

My Black-

It ranges from midnight to mocha

From copper to caramel

Chocolate, chestnut, coffee, and cognac

Butterscotch dreams and licorice sheen

Brown sugar beauty and cinnamon heat

Spicy smoked meat on a Caribbean breeze

Inhale...exhale - my Black breathes

Allow it to breathe

Please, allow it to breathe!

My Black is alive.

My Black is a life...and it matters

It is the birthplace of the spectrum

It covers all colours and holds them in its well before springing them forth into greyscale society

For the darkest cloud emits the most vibrant rainbow

It is not just for show or consumption, but for contemplation 

Black is thoughts running deep

Black is good rest; needed sleep

Before a tinge exists... Black was and must be

So when I say my favorite colour is Black

I'm simply saying

My favorite colour is me.

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About the Creator

Vicky Ro

She's a poet. Connecting words to connect herself to the people meant to experience them both.

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