I lost my colors
They were taken from me
Brown but light never belonging
Searching for a box to fit in
I walk the narrow paths established
Paths that were never meant for walking.
Before me, the colors have decided
They’ve painted me a bleak gray
I’ve lost my colors, I cannot find them
The noise has taken them
The everlasting heartbreak.
I came to the world as a rainbow
with drops of colors never before seen
I came to the world
Wanting to devour it
But the world wasn’t ready for me.
It took my stripes, my dots, my glitter
It gave me white and beige to blend in
I lost my colors I cannot find them
They are no longer inside of me.
In a box I’m kept with many others
forced to exist with ashen breaths
I lost my colors, they were taken
They were not the norm
They were not right.
I lost my colors, I had to leave them
I was told not to bring them in
To conform, at the door I stripped
And now colorless I “belong”
And other translucent beings
exist with me in the same box.
About the Creator
MARTHA LORENA PREVE AYORA
A Mexican multi-disciplinary theater artist. She is the co-founder of Something from Abroad, an indie theater company made by Hispanic women. Originally from the Yucatan Peninsula, Martha loves creating art that mixes English and Spanish
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