The world was black or white.
There were no shades.
No spectrums
No in betweens
It was faith and obedience
Or shame and death
A boy kissed me
Color flashed in my periphery
My marriage ended and shades crept in
A girl held my hand and told me I was beautiful
More color
More shades
I sinned and rebelled
Sought pleasure
And freedom
And rejection
And acceptance
Fuck obedience
Double fuck shame
Colors exploded all around me
There is no faith
Because there is no God
And the blacks and whites and grays
Are only meant to make the
Purples
Red
Blues
Yellows
Greens more vibrant
My life was never made for black and white
Not when the world is filled
With so many colors
About the Creator
Wendy Worthington
My passion for writing started at a young age and was quickly squashed by a culture of misogyny. It has taken me a lifetime to find my voice again and it turns out it's really fucking loud. Sorry about that.
Just kidding, no I'm not.
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