-The Color Within Me-

I stood there,
on the streets of flooded human,
with neon and glitters painted on my face.
I stood there,
covering my identity,
waiting to ask people,
“What color do you see in me?”
And I wondered,
would it be the numerous outlines I have drew
with colors of blinding lights,
or would it be my real colors, binding me alive?
Look at me now, under that darkness of neat moon light lingering its spotlight on me.
Does the colors painted on my face hide me for who I am.
Wondering and wandering, the color leaks as the rain pours washing away my facade.
And there, under the glimmering moon, under the pouring rain,
I stand still, with my colors faded, with my mask teared.
And I wonder again, what color do you see in me now.
‘Cause I am vibrant and free that no color painted on me could define me.


Written in response to Sadje’What Do You See #42 photo prompt.
Image credit: Lucas Pezeta on Pexels


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  1. I like your poem and thoughts about this image. Hope often we see just the exterior but ignore what’s deep inside. Thanks for joining in the challenge

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