Saturday, November 22, 2008


Maya Angelou: Somehow its like she peered deep into my soul and put into words exactly what I'm feeling. Shame on me for trying to suppress feelings, falling, then being disappointed. This poem is about the latter: the disappointment.

when you spread your pallet
of magic,
i escaped.
sitting apart,
i saw you grim and unkempt.
Your vulgar-ness
not of living
your demands
not from need.

as you sprinkled your brain-dust
of rainbows,
I had no eyes.
Seeing all
I saw the colors fade
and change
The blood, red dulled
through the dyes,
and the naked
Black-White truth.

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