I don't wear many Black clothes.
Getting dressed, I am all the Black I need.
Otherwise, I'm a Woman of Color
W. O. C.
Yellow when I feel like a goddess, to make my skin glow in the Sun
If I'm feeling bolder, Orange is what I'll try on
Green to bring out my eyes or,
When I'm feeling spiritual, Green to open my heart for the day
I'm a W.O.C., W.oman o.f C.hartreuse to bring out my eyes too
Which is perfect when I need to bat my green eyes to get my way
Lavender when I miss my grandma, her favorite color I wear in her memory
Pink when I feel pretty and witty
My W.ardrobe o.f C.olor knows no boundaries
Teal when I feel expansive like the ocean
and Brown when I want to revel in the power of my last name
Sure, I have Black clothes
But they're not as fun
When I can wear the rainbow in my closet every day
Some will call me stylish, some won't understand
I wear color as resistance to a world working overtime to make me blend
So, I am all the Black I wear.
I am all the Black I need.
I'm a W.O.C.
My Wardrobe of Color knows no boundaries
About the Creator
Olivia Brown
Essayist, poet, afrofuturist sci fi lover.
oliviajbrown.com
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