Color Me,
Or,
How I Was Conceived and Born in One Day,
Or,
Like I Was Meant to Be
Come color me,
I said,
arms open,
eyes big.
Come run me through your brain.
You smiled and held my hand,
teaching me to trace myself freely from your outline.
You piled me inside your palette,
You spread me across your lap like I was meant to be
woven into your thighs.
I give you warmth?
You smiled and held me close,
teaching me to warm the world with my soul.
You placed me inside your lantern,
And hung me from that starry place.
You gave me a name like I was meant to be
a word.
I give you birth?
You smiled and drew me from your womb,
teaching me to bring life out of my most inward parts.
You placed me inside this world,
You spread parts of my souls across the earth like I was meant to be
me.
