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Fate Wanted Me Colored In

Colors can tell many stories.

I traversed out the back door.

No one paused me.

Why should they care?

I was merely black-and-white.

The only way color goes in my lines

Is when I bump anger all over my family.

When it washes off, though,

So does their dark violet memories

Of the impact scapegoating has on me.

I could've worn a sweater to provide a crimson

That could fight away the chilling cobalt from the night...

But did I deserve comfort from the crimson

That could be an addictive replacement

To absent hugs from my mother assuring I'm worth a place on her mural?

Within the blanket of night,

I make out the crispy oranges and reds

Dropping from branches that are dark enough

To match the empathy-lacking eyes of Fate

During his decisions of what to make of me.

I had no desires of a destination,

So I moved that job to my feet.

My eyes are outlined in red

From lacerations of trying to shove darkness aside.

My hands are unable to provide assistance

Ever since morning blue resided in them

And was slowly exploring my arms.

The red by my eyes paints in their whites

As they are being pierced

By a stinging cloud of humid woe.

I tramp on a plateau of air

And found myself as a Jill with no Jack

Until my back stops at the bottom of the hill.

Oranges are on my torso,

Morning blue in my arms,

Dark red is passed from a pain in the back of my head.

Surroundings are cloudy as the message is clear:

Fate wanted me colored in,

And this was the portrait I had to create.

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Monique Star
Monique Star

I'm not the most sophisticated adult out there. I'm also not the best at communicating all the time, but I do try my best to get my thoughts out there into the world verbally or nonverbally.

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