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- "I am the absence of light" Pushed into the darkness by your callous hand .
- Stripping me of color consuming me dull, an isolating home like that of the ivory gull
- The color you left was the blue of the strike remaining on my skin like a faded stain
- Tints of blue on my arms therein, abiding and binding bruised within.
- Stoic i remained from your aggressive tone, pelting at me with grayish stones
- Defined: a woman a human being, you omitted the human using the woman in me
- You trapped my light silencing my voice, violating my rights no one could help.
- For in the social light you often had color, blending your fake whited sepulcher
- Playing around with green and brown, camouflaging seamlessly in your surround
- In your twisted world you planned my death, "scared of you i was not!" just mindfully cooperating i needed my breath
- Threats to burn me if i desired freedom an ultimatum caught between "Scylla and Charybdis"
- I had to pretend and accept all the rules, this eased the belaboring fists of abuse
- Staying neutral with little bits of color, plain and simple to ease my day to day sorrow
- Like an abstract mural intertwined not letting you know whats going on in my mind
- Silently observing your scheming colors, how you mix and manipulate others
- Because the daily agony which silenced me aphonic was never silent inside my body!
- I am clearly no philistine like that of yourself, you are filled with dishonesty and filth.
- Like diluting oil paints with water you and i, two separate layers that cant combine.
- living a fake life i can not accept! finally ready, i decided its time to use my voice and use it loud to rip off the black shroud
- Bolting my doors, changing the locks not letting you in was the plan i thought out.
- Protesting my rights from behind locked doors, trying to let everyone know of your deranged mind.
- The red rage in your eyes the anger that emerged of an unanticipated surprise that was unknown.
- Uncovering your dark colors for all to see, the abuse and pain inflicted on me
- What caused this change?
- Who gave you the courage?
- How did you find your colors?
- For one i am a believer in humanity, i love the colors of diversity
- I am a woman that knows i have rights, i will not allow your darkness dominate my light.
- That i did to get rid of your malingering and abusive ways, was remain quiet and i stayed in the dark
- Remained hidden in the dark, planning the escape out of your prison
- How dare you murder and maim my emotions!
- Who do you think you are! you facinorous vile skelm.
- For my freedom you bared me of everything i owned!
- I come from the land of the free, you cant deny rights nor safety
- Years on end injecting your toxic yellow,slowly trying to poison my soul.
- Thought you succeeded in strapping a rein? or leaving me there in the rain?
- From all the tears that dripped in the night, the white ray of hope i held on to so tight
- The dispersion of pain, my reflection of light created a rainbow multicolored with hope and pride.
- You can never enslave and dominate the ones, that see color in everything and hate none.
- In the pink, red, orange and yellow
- the green, turquoise, indigo and violet
- These are the colors of love, hope and life
- The colors of diversity acceptance and pride
- Colors were the reason you couldn't prevail, you now remain trapped in your colorless scale
- When there is light, one isn't afraid;
- For darkness is but an illusion in the presence of light
- When i turned on my light this i knew, that darkness doesn't exist in the absence of you.
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