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

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