Dirt, the layers of muddy fossils I wore as my daily cloak
The cloak that draped and covered my body whole.
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Isn't the world a complex puzzle?
when you cann't even solve the simple scribles man calls law
Like me in class being asked where im from
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Silent Cries Of A Rainbow
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.