I am, Color

My olive skin provides me with ample

opportunities to exploit my white privilege.

Depending on the hue of the situation,

it's a superpower that allows me the ability

to portray any socially accepted image.

As a child, I kept stumbling into awkward situations,

unaware that my uniqueness was being falsely labeled

as a natural violation - so I began using foraged sticks

as magical wands to summon somber rain clouds

in desperate attempts to wash away my

human pigmentation.

As an adolescent, my evolving society

introduced my incandescent brain

to pleasant antidepressants.

Teaching me valuable lessons on how

to successfully suppress my intuitive questions.

As an adult, I have accepted the strange -

iridescent opal dimensions

of my multi-colored reflection.

I am a proud person of color,

and I refuse to be lessened

to the point of a lesson.