I am a human kaleidoscope
A myriad of colors
Shapes and forms
Prisms
Prisms, Everywhere
The color of my love
Is red. For blood
For heart. For pulse
For my ancestors
The natives. The savages
Who held sacred
The majestic purple mountains
And planted the fields
Amber waves of grain
The color of my soul
Is yellow. For sunflowers
For daisies and forget-me-nots
For honor. For grace. For Seoul
For Korea. For my ancestors
The immigrant
The history
A war-torn country
Tradition and a way of life
A way of being
Wisdom, dignity, and poise
The color of my almond-shaped eyes
Are brown. Representing rich soil
Growth and roots
For a life of rich exploration
Reflection and excavation
An entire galaxy
Lives inside of me
My body is a full spectrum
Of ink and art and words
Hopes and dreams
And so many disappointments
A body that has known
Profound love. Profound loss
All the hues of blue
Transgressional scars
Mapped in marshmallow pink
Running in lines across my flesh
Tiger stripes
Telling a story of
A life my lover reads in braille
A consecrated text
Full of constellations
That map the journey
Of my heart
The atlas to my soul
Every chapter has been bound
In the lining of my skin
Prefaced and prologued
With the wisdom and stories
Of my ancestors. Shamans
Who revered the ways of old
But how this memoir ends
That alone
Will be my own tale to tell
About the Creator
Mary Rogers
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