What color am I?
A mix of beiges, yellows, pinks, and reds
From far away it all makes sense
But the closer you look
The harder it gets.
Every pore, every wrinkle
Every scar, and every mark;
The colors of my body blend
Into a fantastic web of light.
At first glance I look normal
And so do you.
Just look a little deeper
And you will find colors
Ebbing and flowing on the sand
Of our bodies.
Anything you could ever imagine
Is right there on your fingertip
The colors of life
The colors of love
The colors of existence.
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Kaitlyn Overton
I am a 28 year old English student living in Brooklyn, NY. Reading and writing has always been extremely important to me, so I'm here showing my work. Enjoy!
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