‘Autumn’, they told me. Beige, chocolate, rust, Think dark and spicy- -In the blandest way possible. But I am so much more than their narrow views of pigmentation. I am sangria and lapis crimson and shadow. I am iron and emerald longing for an azure sea under a cerulean sky. I dream under my own lemon and rose sun Of chartreuse and cobalt mermaids beckoning me home. My ancestors with their skin of alabaster and bronzite both translucently blinding under The daffodil sun gifted me Their onyx, and clementine hair And their obsidian/tiger’s eyes to look at the world with. So I could see their lands of Fern, Shamrock, Juniper, and Sage as they run through my veins creating mulberry blood And a multi-hued view Of this vivid world.