i was a girl of color
from dawn to dusk i was green
but in the night I glowed blue
for the only time i can pretend to be me
is when my face is shaded from the sun
who burns my pages dark brown
and dries my paint before i can finish
if i were to give you my heart
it would be black instead of red
and at the edges of my mind
you can see where the sun has worn
the girl who used to be of color
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
