Just, just, just.
Someone tell me
that I'm not "just" anything.
I am more;
I am all;
I am beyond.
I am better,
I am strong,
I am me.
Someone for everyone,
slivers caught in sunlight
and perceived through
green, blue,
black, brown.
Your parent's pigment
taking residence in your white.
Silver coursing down my body.
It's mine.
I go beyond perception.
I see,
I feel,
I know.
I experience.
I live through my blue,
veins in my hands that
explore and clutch,
travel and carry.
I hold my own,
own hips and organs and thoughts and blood.
It's not yours,
it's mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
It's in my heart and hands and head and feet,
and though I gave you all that's in between,
your brown cannot replace my blue.
Because I am beyond.
I am not just.
Just yours,
just theirs,
just mine.
