Spectrum

Black and blue, black and blue

Does not seem true.

Under brown skin

A white pain that

Finds itself in

Memory and

My innocence

Him in that darkness ajar,

So to test me as I sat

(edge of bed, all spread

With a pattern I forget;

I bet

It was all Star Wars

- Yodas and his set)

But his jump and scream,

Bigger than a bad dream

As I hung my head down

To wait

Now this is the grey part:

He would start

With all my weakness

(afraid of being afraid)

What he said

Was that I was a mess;

“your cousins would never…”

And then mumble and leave

(very clever)

And then, to grieve

Tears have no colour,

Pain was the monster

That clobbered

And caught my heart

(it was a fat black mass; it slobbered

Over what I did not start;

Could not understand)

All much harder than

His hands;

The thing I could stand

The black and blue

In the heart

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