I am

Thu, 11/05/2015 - 11:38 -- rghanem

I am blue.

On days bitter like lemon rinds

with less to offer than a cloudless sky

over parched land.

I am white.

Like a blank slate

untouched

and incredibly empty.

But sometimes I am orange.

Mixed with racing hearts and uncontrollable laughter.

And I am red.

Like eyes exhausted from seeing

knuckles open and scraped with love.

I am colorful and explosive

intertwined.

I am more than words can paint.

I am twenty shades of nothing and everything.

And I am all that’s in between.

But for now I am black.

Like the ink that hits the paper.

Spilling…fading…gone.

This poem is about: 
Me

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