Ocular Colors

Unique like my middle name.

Unique Raye since my first breaths

in a new world with a new life.

Only right I received a Unique name,

Keer’sten Unique Raye Merritt.

So you know I’m worthy of the title I hold,

worthy of the unduplicated soul that inhabits my being.

Open my eyes for the first time and the colors they’re seeing are different.

Heterochromatic born for dramatics.

Crossing the color spectrum from grays and greens, to blues and hazels, hints of orange in between. The doctor said they’d change the same color eventually, it was never intended for the ocular organs that bless me with sight to be the same. A unique spectacle a part of myself as personal as my name.

The way they shine in the light.

Grab you from across the room.

Right green, left blue,

color changing according to my mood.

Human mood ring phasing in and out of different spectrums, different hues.

Can’t hide my face.

Wear sunglasses to try to hide my face.

Conceal my identity because while few know me, many are familiar with the colors that are contrasted by the tone of my skin.

Highlighted by the connect the dots freckles that meander from cheek to cheek.

Every person I meet, even if for a brief moment seems to fall under a hypnotic spell. Something I emit unknowingly, yet all too well draws them near. And though my socially awkward self associates interacting with new people with fear, it’s still music to my ears like little red riding hood to the wolf in grandmother’s clothing. The compliment I loath, yet I know is coming leaves my stomach churning. Oh, what beautiful eyes you have! Can I have them? Are they contacts, are they real? You’re the only one in your bloodline with those eyes, oh that’s weird. Passive aggressive comments leave me unsure of how to feel.

From my first breath, first blink, the color wheel within bleeds from the tones of my skin, to the freckles on my cheeks. Yet still it’s the eyes, the windows to the soul. Whether mine is half and half or just universally old, behold the cosmos in my ojos. How they defy the artistic laws of the color wheel. How they glimmer and captivate like a starry night sky. How even after confirmation they leave you pondering whether they’re truth or a lie. Plenty of photos in my camera reel. To keep it real, I was born at night under the sign of the Sun. It’s only right I shine, emit my own light. The auric colors of creation I emit from the inside.

But when it’s all said and done, I’m Keer’sten Unique Raye Merritt. The girl with pretty eyes, different colors, heterocromatic, courtesy of the genes from my mother. By definition Unique means one of kind, praises to my mother, she knew the whole time. I humbly state that if there is ever another, I shall be their mother. Chameleon, I blend with my skin and stand out with my ocular colors.