Unique

White light all colors in itself does hide,

Black pigment all those colors does reflect.

But unseen is that brighter, better side

Which, seeing black and white, our eyes neglect.

Just as a prism shows all colors true,

Though all at once are never fully seen,

But with each side presents a different hue,

Just so, I have in my life ever been.

As no kaleidoscope falls twice the same,

And never did two roses bloom alike,

There's no one else that shares my own true name,

Though similar some to the eye may strike.

Like white light and black paint, I have in me

So many colors more than eye can see.