Brush Strokes

Brush Strokes

Do not paint me
With the same brush
You have used for others

I have always
Been a shade

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