THE DAY I FOUND MY RAINBOW

What color do you see when you look at me?

Do you see the green in my fresh eyes, or the pink innocence of my skin?

What do you think that tells you about the person I am within?

What color do you see when you look at me?

Do you see the thick kinky locks of my bubbly black hair?

I’ve always wondered why it should make you stop and stare?

What color do you see when you look at me?

Do you see the yellow streaks of fear coating my tender heart?

What makes you so afraid, to allow me to take part?

What color do you see when you look at me?

Do you see the redness of anger building in my face?

With all you’ve done to me thus far how can you say that its misplaced?

What color do you see when you look at me?

Do you see the blue hues of sadness soaking into my soul?

Waves of sorrows, bending my path; do you understand how far I will go?

What color do you see when you look at me?

Do you see the purple strength of my determination, turning you around?

In guiding you, do you know, that in turn I will be found?

The day I found my rainbow.

It all became truly clear.

Not one color defines me; all of them are here.