Colour me so,
so you wouldn’t judge
the colour of my skin.
Or know that
colours will wash away
on the day you’ll bathe me
and dress me in my best suit
for the world to see
who I am under my skin.
I am You.
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Tag: Poetry
Too Pink
Awoke in a world too Pink–
an Alice in Wonderland
kind-of dream…
a world I’d never fit in,
that doesn’t let me grow,
or have a voice,
forced on me
by the virtue of my gender–
the one I had no choice in.
Scared in extreme, I wake up,
still trapped
in a world too Pink…
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The Struggle
For too long,
been trying to fit in
social norms,
shine through
a galaxy of stars,
looking like them
a part of the crowd,
never standing out,
even after a lifetime
wasted…
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Entranced
All night, I sat by the calm sea,
a place untouched by pain or ecstasy,
moonlit with the cool charm of nothingness.
At dawn, I saw you,
warm and sweet.
Entranced, I took wings.
As you drew closer, I pushed
to close the miles between.
My wings ached.
Your bright halo
burnt through my sight
but losing your light scared me.
Searing heat burnt me
but I was a marionette on strings.
Pain unknown assaulted me.
Reason told me to turn back.
Still, ecstatic to reach you,
I inched forward
until I was but ashes…
that were far beneath you…
Pretty Woman
There she was,
looking fresh out of the bath,
dressed in her red
that quickened
the pace of my heart,
sitting at her favourite spot.
I wondered
whether
she’ll notice me today,
sitting next to her
for the nth time this year.
She winked
at the passing Porsche,
crushing my hopes.
Well, perhaps tomorrow…
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