Poem 10

colours

 

Red flows from me
From the soft folds of a slit
A rhythmic cycle
That sometimes I anxiously await and most times a daunting curse

Brown skin a canvass
Of lines, of spots and art
Inked by needles coloured red, green, blue and black
Defiant expression of self

Black hair cascades in limp coils around my back dripping with water from a bath.

In contrast

when taken by the wind
It’s a mass of defiant dark curls, my inner gypsy 

My heritage, my sexy, my me stepping out with all the colours that that make me who I am