Brush Strokes

Brush Strokes

Do not paint me

With the same brush

You have used for others

I have always

Been a shade

Different

Do not colour me

With the greens 

Of envy or jealousy

I am not 

The cold blue of sadness

Nor the red hot of desire

I am a full

Kaleidoscope of colour

That is ever changing

Even my outline is

So much more than

Black and white

Do not paint me

In the brush strokes of others

That will never be my colour 

Words: ©2017LCR

Image: CCO