Being Me: The Memoirs of a Caribbean Child

The Colors of My Heart

There are many shades to me

There are so many variations,

But let me give you the titles

Blue, the color of the clothes I wore,

Blue, the color she knew I liked

Yellow, the feeling I had when talking to her,

always knew how to make me laugh.

Yellow, my expression when we started, joy,

Yellow her reaction to my response to the

question she asked me.

Purple, the color we wore on our first date

Purple, the color of the bracelet I gave her as

a surprise present.

Purple, the color we matched with in the picture.

Red, the color of the love we had.

Red, the color of the stuffed animal she sent me on

Valentine's Day

Red, the color of the feelings between us.

Green, the questions I asked with disgust,

Green, the answers she would give to each.

Green, the rockiness of the love I had for her;

Green, the feeling I gave her after each argument

White, the distance between us.

White, the love that faded.

White, the separation of our love to each other.

White, the emptiness we both feel.

Black, the color of my feelings,

Black, the darkness of the hole she left,

Black, the darkness I left her.

Black, the feelings that shut down on me.

Black, the loneliness I feel

The love I want so much

Everyone around me has

And I Can't Leave the Spot

Because the Colors of My Heart Run Deep

Bleeding, like a never ending river,

Blocking way for someone else.

And I don't want to feel alone

I am alone, and I don't like it.

Love, the feeling of Love, return to me

I don't like being alone

I would like someone special

To make me happy

But, alas, I can't

Because I may be alone. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .*sigh*