Red, White and Blue

I am a white man.
Cut me and I bleed red.
Bump me and I bruise
blue.

But why do I feel more green?
Is it the green seam of ganja
running down
my cool temperament?

And why yellow?
Is it because I
easily mellow
and say what I mean?

And why red?
I do not dread
my bleeding blood;
it feeds the Earth:
my ochre bed.

And yes,
it could be said
that

I am easily white,
definitely under-read,
and I'll forever be
blue.

But how about you?