You pick the paints to color me,
Black and blue is fine by me.
I'm partial to the darker hues.
Whitewash me if you will.
It will not change who and what I am.
I am mud, I am saffron. I'm also coral reef.
Mock me, curse me. So many times
you've spat on me, I'm numb to adversity.
Towards adversity I feel a little fondness, in fact.
Whatever you, don't dare pretend to love me,
then at random despise my race and culture.
I've already told you who and what I am.
I am lowly not because it is my station. For love of art
I dress the part. Handle me with caution, then.
I might be your siren of destruction.
For those who insist to know what I'm about,
I'm a woman of a thousand faces. Some Calypso,
a few Medusa.
Royal titles I deride. Titles of pomposity
I will bring to naught. True nobility is of mind, heart
and of temper, most of all.
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