The Colors That Make Me Up

They see me in black and white

Just another poet spitting stanzas

What’s so different about this girl?

Where she come from?

I was raised by friends

Now we’re a blended pack of crayolas

Can’t get us any sharper

I learned life, from its lessons

And I’m still learning

Learning that even in the darkest of times

There will always be a little light that comes through

So I’m hopeful

And most days I’m sunny side up yellow

I write these poems so I can inspire

But sometimes they come from the bluest pieces of me

The ones so blue they are almost black

Because not everything is gonna be sunshine and rainbows

I have a rainbow tatted on my wrist

For a friend that saw the clouds too soon

I pray I never run out of colors

That I never see the world as gray

Cuz these colors make me up

Like the first time I fell in love

He was wearing a green shirt

And I wear a lot of black cuz it was my mother’s favorite color

I wear it most on the days I miss her

My cheeks are naturally red

Maybe from the anger I don’t ever talk about

I don’t know whether I am a fruit or a vegetable

I just know I’m the crop that everybody wants

But no one ever wants to take care of

Some days I wake up with black and blue bruises

And it’s simple, I’m just clumsy

But other times they bring back the memories of when his hands caused them

You’re never seen a paler white until you’ve seen the hands of your loved one wrapped around your throat

I pray for orange skies

The ones you take pictures of

The ones you fall in love under

The ones you pray the angels above created just for you

I hope my colors keep changing

But that I never lose sight of my truest ones

That maybe even one day

They will find another’s

And we will create masterpieces

They show in museums

That when I am buried in the brownest of dirt

I will be remembered as

Radiant

Brilliant

Colorful