Color of Humanity

Invoked, with every shade of love on your cheeks.

I smile behind the golden rays of summer sunsets. I guide the red as it bleeds into purple.

I filled the cursed triangles stitched onto every man who had loved a man enough to die for it.

I fill eyes that cannot see but one, I spread my wings over touches no one's meant to see. Behind me hides ages where nothing was wrong with skinny little toys and wishful fantasies. My soft hue, I share to the women who raise up for themselves, strong and fierce.

My sinless shade, I drape over cherubic doted babies.

I divide humans, with my seemingly weak stain - an apparent sign of vulnerability.

But yet, I am the shade under your eyelids, the color of your guts wrenched out, the color of harm the second before it knocks you out.

I am the color of the sky at it's most beautiful, the color of sandy shores, far away in distant lands, as they shyly touch the sea. The color of love that binds you down, that starts wars, the color of watered down death and the color of strength. With the names I've been adorned with and the meanings I've been inferred to hold, I am the color of ambiguity. The color of humanity.