Brown Crayons

I am a lace purple bra hanging from the shoulder. 

I am black, and I am blue, growing older and older. 

I am the bright yellow dress clinging to hips.

I am the red stain on your purple lips.

I am the white of the eyes. The yellow of light. 

I am the clarity of truth. The color of night. 

I am orange, in many hues.

I am a rainbow of songs, a chorus of blues. 

I am a tint of class, the shade of undefeated. 

I am a hint of jealousy. A mistake worth repeating.

I am the flush of anger, and the glow of calm.

I am the lust on your mouth, the pink of your palm. 

I am—She is—We are— all brown crayons. 

I am—She is—We are—Crowned with brown.