THE COLOR OF MY SOUL

They say I am a “WOMAN OF COLOR”, because of the melanin in my skin.

But I try to tell them in order to understand my essence, you must familiarize yourself with my SOUL.

My SOUL shines with many hues.

My SOUL is RED when I hear the beats of my favorite song. 

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM- the base be bumping, while I am dancing and gyrating like there is no tomorrow.

My soul is RED when I hear the preacher man reciting verses on a Sunday morning.

He inspires me to repent of my sins before my SOUL is turned to BLACK.

BLACK…BLACK…BLACK…

My SOUL is GRAYand BLUE when I grieve for the friends and family members who have gone too soon but know they are in a better place. 

My SOUL is green with the changing of Spring into Summer.

Those lazy, crazy, hot days of Summer.

My SOUL turns YELLOW when I am walking amongst nature, bringing calm to my psyche.

When I hear raindrops, hitting the cement, outside my window, my SOUL flitters LAVENDER.

The rain puts me into a deep slumber.

PEACE.

My SOUL burns ORANGE like a hot flame, enraged with anger when I turn on the television set and hear there has been another murder committed.

I fight back the tears and try to BREATHE, all while raising my fist in the air shouting power to the people.

My SOUL turns a dark shade of PINK, screaming Women Power, Women Rock, equal pay for all Women.

My SOUL shines with many hues.

They say I am a “WOMAN OF COLOR”, because of the melanin in my skin.

But I try to tell them in order to understand my essence, you must familiarize yourself with my SOUL.