
From the time I was four
Molestation was knocking at my door
So I became blue
In every hue
Life happened and I was confused
My mother made me bury it
As if I wouldn’t be aware of it
So I became black
I couldn’t see anything on the map
Then I rewinded a bit
Then I remembered my father wasn’t worth spit
He molested my two older sisters how red is this?
I guess when it came to me my mother was tired of it
Cause she just ignored my blue
Constantly asking me what’s wrong with you?
Blaming me for her distorted views
So I became white
So I could blend in with the darkness of night
No longer wanting to fight
Cause when my family sees me they look at me in my father’s light
Blaming my existence for the pain in their lives
So why would I want to be yellow like the sun light?
I was bruised I was purple
Self hate was in full circle
I subconsciously looked for the wrong type of love
Cause I always felt unloved
Not free flowing white like a dove
I felt raw and pink
So alcohol became my favorite drink
She was my friend
Until her consequences began to thicken
My baby almost lost his life
Because my friend alcohol had me in the green all night
Full of envy the alcoholic phase
I awakened to find my baby about to fall down the staircase
This is when orange hit my face
All the colors of me can’t be replaced
I decided to get help
And embrace the all of my self
I then knew I had to be in the dark to find the light
All seeds grow in the dark first right?
Then they bloom facing their true light
The rainbow of me is the palette of my discovery
All of my pains are victories
All of the colors of me
I even embrace the brown
I wear it comfortably as my crown
Now self love is not only a verb I am the noun
About the Creator
Faatimah Mahdi
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