Colors

Sat, 01/17/2015 - 19:33 -- Jtcroix

More than just a black male is what I am.

A matter of fact, I don't see myself as "Black"

I define myself by the colors I truly am

Black, Blue, Green, Orange, Purple, Red, and Yellow

Colors live within me and they characterize me.

My colors speak my mood, not my skin

 

The human race has colors and for people to describe each other as

 white, black, yellow, and red,

is just preposterous.

 

Colors live in the innermost core of our hearts

They speak volume in our personality.

The sad thing is, people stereotype you

by glancing at your skin, without knowing it's your colors that truly matter

 

In me I see myself and others as a gradient collection of colors

Not...

Just...

One.

 

 

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