My Body
Before, my skin and hair were plain
Yellow skin, long fair hair
Head to toe I would wear a splatter of colors
Red
Green
Blue
Yellow, always yellow
Overtime, honesty ensconces the surface of me
Inked skin, chopped hair
My clothes become plain
Colors don’t need to scream what I am
Colors don’t need to mark my territory
Not anymore
My body is my own now
This poem is about:
Me