How do I describe my diverseness?
Folks are called red.
Some are named brown.
Others are known as yellow.
Why am I different?
Even though I look decent
Seen as indifferent
I refused to be tagged
I refused to be marked.
I am the eastern jewel.
An Igbo rainbow
The beauty that rises from the east
Nature reflects its beauty in me.
The sun shines on my eastern portion
The moonbeam on my western section
The dust baked on my northern region.
In my south, the fields are painted in a green pasture.
The sun speaks of my diversity.
Redness in power!
Blueness in health!
The moon calls out my
Purpleness in femininity!
Yellow in creativity!
The dust reminds me of my
Grey in calmness!
White in existence!
The field show forth my
Greenness in fruitfulness!
Pinkness in tenderness!
My tribe is spelled in Ankara.
That is why I am the Adora!
I am the multicolor
With a multi-culture
The unique Igbo rainbow
Where I got my color!
About the Creator
Sophia E.
Poet, & Storyteller. Delightfully expresses my feelings and story through poetry.
https://chigozirimsophia.medium.com/
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