My Eyes Bleed Orange

My world is drenched in color

Orange seeps through my pores

Until I cannot see anymore

When I was young, I might’ve said it was duller

But as I grow older I find myself feeling fuller

The color seeping out of my pores begins to get bolder

I wish I could reap a happy ending

Something worth matching my color

So that my feelings could run together

And I could be relieved of my stress

Feeling light as a feather.

Growing up I was different

The orange color began running out of my eyes as I cried

For my mother who enjoyed everything I was suppose to avoid

Thick black liquid ran through her veins

Into my cage, where I was supposed to nourished

This was my beginning where I was supposed to be lined up to flourish

Instead met with a black abyss shrinking my orange until it was nothing more

Than a muddy brown mess.

The stress of my tar filled conception caused quite the eruption on the volcano that is my family

Until I had arrived soaked in tar and leaking orange from my eyes

Regardless of my grotesque appearance they thought I was lovely

Finally taking my first breaths after hitting a brush with death

I was alive and the orange from my eyes

Was ready to make me wise

My family is different

That is not an untrue statement

We are corrupted by black muddy tar

All of us have our own jar

Sometimes it leaks when you don’t notice

That is no reason to smote us

Now the orange that runs from my eyes

Fills the many lives of those important to me

I used to be afraid of the colors of people I loved

Because of the black tar in my jar

Given to me unsolicited by someone who only birthed me

Now I allow my bright orange streams to be blended

With my loved one’s colors when if I don’t know what they intended

Because The orange fall leaves cannot change without the pink spring flowers to nourish the plant before the fall.

So now I allow people to nourish me

I allow myself to flourish

I no longer hide my jar of tar

I am not ashamed of my conception