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.
tonight 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.
tonight 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.