I am full of colors,

A color of Burmese,

a color of Rohingya,

and a color of Muslim. 

But there are other colors still.

A color of wandering mind,

a color of burning heart,

and a color of unruly soul.

I am full of colors,

very vibrant,

very diverse,

very bold indeed.

Some complementary,

some harmonious, 

and others 

outright contradictory.

I am full of colors.

Like the tapestry of longyi,

and also like the Burmese flag red,

red with the Rohingyan blood.