My Face of Red and Gold
The tones on my face of red and red reflect the colors that identify my soul
my face of dull sunlight carrying no meaning
as the red and gold lay unreached.
bronze bones slings broken
as my collagen forgets its heritage.
each golden speck darkens
as red and gold buries in neglect,
tethering around my lips
waiting for the soft tongue to flap their silence
my mouth a bouquet of untold stories
swaying words like the sunflower
never to seep light in its glory.
an untold remembrance carries on my back
holding stories locked within a hatch
a fading remark, forgets the words unspoken
as my penny eyes melt promises gone unnoticed
willows of soft cherries dangle a prize,
the pennies can’t reach.
the clawing hand reaches out,
drowning in the reflection of a broken mirror.
cracking red and gold in the broken silver,
entangled on my fingers, smearing a fallacy of coloring
masking the shadow of a truth,
for red and gold to balance out the beige tone of blue
About the Creator
Natalia Roman
I write poetry as a methodology to reflect and interpret vital societal issues symbolically and artistically. I aspire to become a politician and abolish the systemic prejudice issues we are facing in our society and political system.
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