"Cream, Brown, Black, & Blue"
I was raised in a house of colors
I drank from Green mugs larger than myself
The carpet was Tan and bed sheets Pink
White sweaters in the closet and Silverware in the sink
But the most beautiful colors I ever did see were the skin of those surrounding me
Cream: for my father's round, pie-like face
A Pillsbury giggle and waddling step
Whenever he is home, the kitchen breaths
He tends to all of our stomachs' needs
Brown: for my mother's strong legs
The womanly sway I always try to match
From her I learn history, politics, and the arts
And how to manage and balance my heart
Black: for my grandmothers' jaded hands
Carved like the flesh of ancient trees
They teach me the ways of the woods
To farm and gather my own goods
Blue: for my uncle's infinitely long arms
They lift me into the clear sky
He pushes me to reach for all of my dreams
To believe and have faith in a destiny unseen
I was raised in a house of colors
Shielded by the love of a thousand shades
I've fallen in love with every hue of
Cream, Brown, Black, and Blue