Their army of gray

rippling and snarling

crashes at the banks of my confidence

like a stormy sea

on a thunderous summer night


My heart is ablaze

skipping and pounding

unsteadily

with the knowledge

of who

I am

and what my inner mosaic

represents



Unique is my name

never changing nor shifting

until their sneering

condescension

fractures my courage



I want to hide myself away

cowering and shivering

as the warmth,

color, flavor,

essence of myself

leaves the body


But suddenly I am restored

breathing, feeling

whole as onyx hues clash

with the ivory shades

of a colorful crescent

beaming down on the

red, yellow, and brown too

meshing

together on the great tangled loom

that is

Diversity