Colors
To Laurie Pollan, a mother who colored every aspect of my life and accepted me as I am.
Orange, an amber light cuts through my heart
Warmth in my stomach, I’m feeling giddy.
I slide into bluest waters, apart
My reflection inside the dark city.
On a happy, rainy Sunday morning
I’m taken in by mother’s green shine, glow;
My purple side ‘hind peace hides forewarning,
A deep wound carried entwined artists flow.
A flash of red in bleeding chaos heat,
A shock of white in purest childlike calm,
A kaleidoscope in discordant beat,
In a captivating internal psalm.
A fear for some to display peacocks show;
Short our whole it’s impossible to grow.
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