She, the Kaleidoscope Vessel

I want to see my world through my unique pair of olive green sunglasses.

Green. Of love, and expression.

I decided to finally open my eyes to the array of tones in the space I call earth.

The deep shade of cool. The grass. The trees. The aloe vera plant that I talk to daily.

India Arie loves my Brown skin.

Mahogany with a heart. Bronze with a soul.

The same brown in the sand, the nuts we consume, and the chocolate we crave.

Brown is the color of my eyes, the color of my thighs.

The colors of yin & yang.

Light, and dark. Black and White.

The argument of the race whose race is just a different hue. The blackness of the ink, the whiteness of my shirt. The color of my hair, to the eyeball in my eye.

The pages in a book, to a crow's feather. Black and white are what I see every day. Black and white are the problems I face.

Pink.

Rosy.

Salmon.

A flushed face, a blushed face. The color of girls. The color of our hearts. Flamingos, bows, and strawberry-flavored ice cream. Pink is the hue of my nails and is the color of the scarf I wrap around my hair.

Pink is the hue of my womanhood. Pink is of my femininity.

"There is a shade of red for every woman," Audrey Hepburn said.

The color of my grandmother's scarf.

Red, the color of the girl who fell in love in October.

The hue of what I put on my fries. The color of mad. Angry.

Furious. All I saw was Red. I saw fire. We need to ground. Root Chakra. Center. Breathe. Release.

Shades of Blue. The blueness of the ocean, the color of the sky.

The Kool-Aid Jammers, blue raspberry. The color of my room. Aquamarine. Cornflower. Turquoise. Lapis Lazuli.

Yellow. A color I adore. Of happiness. How wonderful the color is! It stands for the sun!

Sunflowers with sunflower seeds that I munch in the day. Of butter, the oil that can make anything taste delicious.

The color of my clothes. Daisies, that decorate the grass in spring. Glistening with its color and enjoying the day.

Purple. The color of power. Lilac and lilacs.

The color and the flower. Violet and violets.

A plum I bite into, as I lay in my periwinkle dress. The amethyst that protects me, the bruises that form.

Sacral Chakra.

Oranges of orange.

Painted with the sky with yellow, pink, purple, and blue. Orange essential oils in my diffuser that stimulates my senses.

Channel of Frank Ocean.

I wake up every morning and see a kaleidoscope of earth. An array of our globe. The colors of the rainbow painted on our 3D canvas. I smell them, eat them, see them and feel them on my temple.