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 palletof magic, i escaped.sitting apart, i saw you grim and unkempt.Your vulgar-ness not of livingyour demands not from need.tonight as you sprinkled your brain-dustof rainbows, I had no eyes.Seeing allI saw the colors fadeand change The blood, red dulledthrough the dyes,and the nakedBlack-White truth.