Am I a color
Am I a color?
Chocolate brown ...melted into textures to make you frown,
exotic delight,blending perfectly into the night
Shade by shade ...sipping coffee by an endless stream
Whispering darkness...the lucrative smell of the coffee bean
Am I a color?
You do not see as I pass you in the shadows..
You seek my color
Always searching for the meaning of a color...that rants and rambles
Gasps and scrambles
Am I a color
Hunted and tortured..you do not see me
You see only one color
I am made up of many colors..
Am I just a color?
About the Creator
Naomi Akwei-Esterline
Fun loving creator and philanthropist,I enjoy travel and encountering different cultures. Adopted into a multi-racial family I am fascinated by the topics of seperation, triumph and loss.
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