Brown Crayons

I am a bright red pencil, outlining the lips.

A satin yellow dress, hugging the hips.

I am a lace purple bra, hanging off the shoulder.

I am black, and I am blue, a process of getting older.

I am the whites of the eyes, and the yellow of light.

The clear of truth, and the color of night.

I am orange, in various hues.

I am a rainbow of songs, in particular the blues.

I am black coffee, strong and needed.

I'm a tint of class, the shade of undefeated.

I am the complexion of cinnamon, and the beauty of nude.

I am a hint of jealousy, color changing with the mood.

I am the flush of anger, and glow of calm.

The bronze of the skin, and the pink of the palm.

I am, they are, we are Brown Crayons.

They were, I was, we were, Crowned with Brown.