Walking through New Orleans
Down a mellow street
Peaking through the fence
I finally saw me
Me for the first time
I became mine
Existing in human form
And within the earth divine
Periwinkle flower
Calming and true
Unique blend and quiet power
A center line stained blue
Perwinkle.
Is it purple? Is it blue?
The shift in its twinkle
Shaped by light from the moon
Then theres me
Sassy and sweet
All my duality
Can seem offbeat
Tiny and strong
With a heart bigger than me
Sometimes I feel ferocious
Or like I radiate peace
Perwinkle is in my blood
Quite literally
Romanian ancestors used it
For healing properties
Two sides to every petal
Lavender ambiguity
Two sides to my story
Live in perpetuity
How do we define this color?
Questions swarm through your brain
From one shade to the other
It’s ok for you to change
When I saw you, periwinkle essence
I felt permission to be
A multifaceted spirit presence
Blossoms within me.
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