Funfetti Cake

I am a funfetti cake.

It sounds silly and may make me seem obesed with food. 

But I identify as a funfetti cake.

My outside is ordinary.

Plain.

White.

Brown hair.

Brown eyes.

Banal. 

But once you cut into me, I explode.

Pink.

Blue.

Yellow.

Green.

Indigo.

Magenta.

Fire. 

The colors come together to represent me and my ideas. 

Pick through my brain and you will witness a rainbow spring up from ear-to-ear. 

No, I don't look "interesting" or extremely "different" on the outside.

But my inside, my cake, is filled with colors unimaginable to anyone else.

This poem is about: 
Me

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