My Perspective

Sometimes I stare in the mirror

I peer

Try to Decipher

At moments I wonder….

Desperate to realize

What truly make me me.

Is it these braids?

Ever changing in colour and style.

My skin?

The heat from the roots of a home not wholly my own.

Or is it pride?

In myself,

My accomplishments,

Dreams for the future

Relentlessly ceasing to stop my climb,

Never to abandon

What I believe will make my soul take flight.

To Soar

My reflection tells a tale of diaspora,

Though it hides a tale of conflict.

Of true belonging.

It never answers:

Which colour is mine?

So I will decide which kaleidoscope to shine.

Let it be red,

For true love that runs deep

Unceasing, understanding, giving.

I’ll add some yellow,

Keeping hope in every prayer,

And optimism in every step.

A shade of blue,

To remember my responsibilities

Reliable

Strong

From a backdrop of black,

My tone and hue.

A reminder of my Power,

Steeped in Elegance,

Grace

Tradition.

My perspective.

These colours

I’ll capture

Shape

Enrapture

These colours

Are mine