A poem as a self-portrait

I see myself

I see myself in blacks and whites:
White hair, heart;
Black eyes, emotions;
White wings, wealth.

I have colors too.
I see myself in vivid bright hues,
Pinks and greens and purples and blues,
Dancing with the wind whistling in my ears,
Washing through my hair
between the mountains
In the countryside 
where peacocks walk alongside
In the lush green millet fields.