
I’m littered with secrets that are low-key lies
I was forced into a disguise
Had to move in ways that fooled the black and wise
Things I cannot tell my pops
Because I’m afraid I'll get choked and beaten to my demise
So I hide my colors
I hide my pride
Knowing just a little I died
I hide it from the world
Cursed to question if they know my T
And if they'll hire me
Better yet will they fire me if I'm found out
What excuse will they spout
What color is my mosaic life plot out
To live in spectrums that others could never see
While simultaneously seeing all the hues, tints, and shades and every mixture in every degree
While I remain the invisible Majesty
My ultraviolet silk vibe may be Beyond your gaze
Not everyone can reverberate the same waves
Staring at the monochromatic ways
Of the people who don't understand my spectrum
Thinking
"Loves gonna get me killed,
But my (pride’s) gonna be the death of you and me and you"
Not because of some invisible force we cannot comprehend
But the unseen colors we condemn



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