The Colour of Me
Kakebayanimanook-Whitewolf woman travels in the wind
I heard through the grapevine, third hand coming from a teacher no less
That caucasians are really ‘people of colour’
And wondered to myself what he meant
Then it struck me; from my MC1R gene to my vibrant blue eyes and soft, pink skin upon my breasts
My brown freckles now faded fast from decades past, shielded from the blazing suns’ rays so I’d last
I can finally embrace all of me, accept me wholeheartedly…just the way I am
This unicorn of cornucopia!
This fiery ginger, less than 2% in a sea of strangers will never surrender
My long, wavy, wild cinnamon hair now beginning to streak a silver lining
We grow old. People change and with each passing age, we reach a golden climax…
No regrets-just moving forward
A rainbow of life’s lessons, I am left remaining smiling
About the Creator
Maryanne Carroll
Here I am in mid life; no crisis really, just me w my thoughts and into the shadows I go...It’s a brave new world & life is just a mystery. So come follow me and I will share with you explicitly. Everyone has something to offer the world.
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