I am not so hidden.
Are my colors not in view?
Are my sleeves not rolled,
my skin not shown,
or are my colors just the wrong hue?
Are my blacks too brown?
Too faded and worn?
Did I mix my reds and my blues?
Should I show you my frown,
the places I'm torn,
or bare you the soles of my shoes?
For they have walked many miles
through life of all colors
to become what it is that you see.
So I shall wear a full smile
in search of my lover
for I am not ashamed to be me.
