Palette

Childhood graced with ugly colors

Closing my eyes and forcing myself to dream

And waking up with nothing to look forward to

And everything sadly exactly as it seems

And the nightly threat of being put in a position

Where I must fight to protect my skin

My sensitive skin in all its innocence

But it’s over even before it begins

The realisation that digs its fingers in my chest

And squeezes the happiness out through my eyes

The resentment that tears at the flesh of my breast

Thriving hatred: devious and sly

… Colors that run into each other

The Yellows and Greens too threateningly close

Blues that demand more and more space

And White that loses itself in Rose