Maya Angelou


Tonight, when you spread your pallet of magic, I escaped. Sitting apart, I saw you grim and unkempt. Your vulgarness not of living, your demands not from need. Tonight, as you sprinkled your brain-dust of rainbows, I had no eyes. Seeing all I saw the colors fade and change. The blood, red dulled through the dyes, and the naked Black-White truth.

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