look how green i am today.

do you see the sprigs of life i am sprouting?

the blooming flowers wound in my hair?

i look like a parakeet intellect

with my shamrock luck and seaweed envy.

see my emerald eyes?

they are burning with jealously;

my greedy flame has been lit.

drink in this sea foam rebirth

and hunger for my sage prosperity;

i am not green every day.

look how white i am today.

my cotton robes are simple

and my eggshell lace is innocent;

i glow with holy purity.

do you see these milky eyes with their frosted lashes?

i see all.

but look closely -

sometimes my ivory irises light up

and sometimes they are empty.

watch as i glide like a beautiful dream

down the long ghostly hallway;

i am not white every day.

look how black i am today.

i love black days; i feel all

ebony power

inky glamour

onyx sophistication.

i cry under my tattered shroud,

crow tears sliding down my milky cheeks.

you will never understand my midnight times -

though that it half the intrigue.

i am not black every day.

look how marbled i am today.

do you see the way my hair falls straight?

my bare feet?

my granite expression and my curious nose?

you will find that

in some lights

i am transparent.

in others

i’m as royally obsidian as my black days.

slide your finger down my conflicted surface;

i am marbled every day.