Behind Her Eyes
An awaken moment where a young woman finally accept her true self through her eyes, by the colors she embrace after being around people who already know who they are.
I see what you can't
The rare condition I used to despite, embraces me now
Before I couldn't really see but now I do
You may say my mind is playing tricks on me
But it's not, I accepted it the way it is
I see colors everywhere
whenever there is music, when people speak,laugh,smile,even when they make a small gestures to me
There is always a certain color but never one color
Crimson night
Obsidian morning
Turquoise afternoon
And there is a week of madness
That certain week is always an mystery
Where emotions are varied
Anger, happiness, sadness, joy
The colors I wish were there is never to be found
Behind her eyes she sees colors instead of people
She sees them for who they really are
Wishes she was born colorless but not... at the same time
Green is the color that she is ungrateful for
life, renewal, nature, and energy
When she looks in the mirror she don't see that
She is colorless
She don't know her self
Surrounding by people who know exactly who they are
It is shameful for her
Her imagination is wild at least there is colors
Imagine being colored but have no color
Funny right...
Not for me when people ask me
‘What's your favorite color”
You would think it be the color I see the most and enjoy the emotion with
But its not
Its ‘I don't really know”
My mom is a red because she is dangerous woman with a kind heart
My father is a blue because he is an old head father
I'm always around my big family that are not the same
So I see multi color a day
My family together is brown because they are powerful and valuable to the world
Don't get me wrong I can see what they actually look like
I just feel those colors
To be honest i don't think I'm colorless
I think I just didn’t accept the fact that
I'm a rainbow.
Behind her eyes she truly sees her color.
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SHAMEKA SAMUEL
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OF MOTHERHOOD.
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