Another poem from children’s author Shel Silverstein:
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I’m told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
But it’s silver when it’s wet.
And all the colours I am inside
Have not been invented yet.
Inside of you (yes, you!) is a brilliant explosion of colour, a vivid, breathtaking swirl of tints and tones that is unique to only you. These colours are yours, and yours alone. Honour these colours and the inner canvas they decorate. Free them to the world through the activities you pursue and the causes you follow. Name them in your own way, by giving them the space and recognition they deserve — both inside your self and in the world around you. Paint your world your way, according to your inner palette. And never be afraid to splash another colour onto the work of art that is your life.