Silent Cries Of A Rainbow Poem by Deqa Mohamed

Dirt, the layers of muddy fossils I wore as my daily cloak

The cloak that draped and covered my body whole.

It seeped, melting into my very core
until I was left with nothing more

Some whispered it was apart of me but others taught me to hate it like the enemy

Skin, the cloak our eyes have been raging war against since time began

They only see a cracked shade of beauty trapped in a tiny can.

The forgotten stripes of rainbows have been clipped and torn
left as a broken widow in mourn

Paint brushes cry into their pillows, hurt by humanity

Calling to colors striving to be free of brick walls built by a menace named society

The prison I thought to be my skin
had no right to be accused of any sin

It simply was innocent, guilt free
a baby born of clean sheets that was shown no love

The guilty stood in the form of words thrown at weak old me

Words like " if you were just a shade of lighter brown..."

My god I let that get to me!

Whirling sadness carved a deep wound that would not mend

Sprouting roots in my mind filled with the true dirt I had yet to comprehend

Since when were colors a math solution to be solved
which one lead and which followed

It's not a world of black and white or even grey

There seems to be many more battles that taint our day

Each color of the rainbow peeling away the neighbours stripes, just to pave it's way

Well I for one, am done fighting my skin away.