Orange

Orange by Rasheeda Norris

Orange hues.

Like the sunset.

I definitely have many moods.

I honestly feel more blue.

Because I am.......

Trapped in a world that does not understand me.

Being young and black..

Is often scary........

The color orange seems too cheerful.

For me....

What makes orange anyway?

I am the perfect mixture of different shades...

Blues...

Reds......

Orange....

And grays...

I am unique.

Wrapped around in my mother’s love....

As she protects her young black child from the world.

The world that she is also scared of.

The color black is a different kind of strength.

But.....

I am every color.......

The perfect rainbow.....

With my kinky locs of hair....

And thick lips........

They called them dreads.

They called me ugly.

I am not the image of beauty.

Yet I am beautiful.

I’m nothing to get use to....

I am magic..

I am art..

I am love.....

For I am love.....

I always have to tell myself that..

As I look in the mirror...

Often times..

I am trying not to get lost in the world....

Because......

In this world they only see me as the color black...

I am a threat..

But I am not a threat...

Like the sunset.........

I am perfectly unperfect.....

Orange