It's Who I Am.

Illuminated aura as I look in the mirror.

Trying to identify myself so I could see clearer.

The thing that makes me unique isn’t what I have.

Its who I am.

Who am I?

It’s not the ebony of my skin or the hue of my eyes.

It’s the warmth of the tangerine and violet sky’s.

It’s the pink blush of my cheeks when she says that I am sweet.

It’s who run into while I’m navigating myself across the street.

The strangers at restaurants, my job and parks that I greet.

The single flower that blossoms between concrete

When night comes

It’s the fresh white cotton smell as I tuck myself to sleep.

And when I wake as the sun shines though

It reminds me of the black coffee I need to brew.

Illuminated aura as I look in the mirror.

I have identified myself and my life is much clearer.

I am the love that I give.

I am fluid like the colors I see.

I am the emotions I feel when all else is lost and reality does not seem real.

I am the acceptance that I have been seeking.

At the end of the day my life rest in my hands and to live in all these colors

Was not a part of a plan.

I create, I dream, I love.

It’s who I am.