My Brown Eyes
Out of all the features
I could use to describe who I am
I would simply tell you
"My brown eyes"
It took me a long time to learn
that my eyes weren't brown.
No they are so much more.
They are copper
against honey and sage
and when they water- they glow,
two perfect orbs the same shade
as nature after it rains
something subtle but beautiful in its every form.
My brown eyes
remind my of my childhood,
filled with coco colored teddy bears,
and mahogany wooden cribs
a constant comfort,
for someone weary to grow up.
My brown eyes
are the color of hot chocolate,
on a cold winter morning
that makes you ache to go back to bed
and if you get me mad
you can almost see the same steam
rising from my eyes.
My brown eyes are beautiful
they are dark, rich, and decadent
sometimes they're so dark they become inky,
almost-black, full of depths you can't begin to fathom
when sunlight hits them suddenly
they are brilliant and clear,
like water in a stream,
running over driftwood and stones
My brown eyes
have been labeled as "ordinary"
but by who?
Because to me
they're extraordinary
We are not as simple
as they wanted us to be
And if asked how I would define myself
I would happily say
"My brown eyes"