A Purple Escape

The crackled rain that falls upon my face,

Reveals the class and skin of my mixed race.

You know and see a trait that may mistake,

But choose to spark a flame without leaving a trace.

I feel the fallen lilac beneath my feet,

Royal plum of cotton perceived discreet,

Provides a touch that words fail to speak,

Extends an aura and shield of protection - complete.

I have an escape I build to quell my fears,

Its endless fields of lavender and pastel spheres;

An open space to play and unbox the sincere,

With soothing musical candy for the ears.

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