2.
Everything was brown when I was born
all ashes and shades somewhere between today and the distance
a sepia sunrise
but by 6
my eyes learned to polarize and measure
I learned the difference between mother and father
was a continent
and 15 points of a chromatic scale
i found only parts of my skin
were made of the ocean I called home
Burnt bronze promises
Nothing about this body sparkled in the sunlight
I am citrus copper
Sunset on sand stained skin
I knew then
I would spend the rest of my life
Trying to fit in the craters between them
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