she was the color of
when the sky greets the moon,
so they assumed
she must be irrational ,
in fact they kept an arsenal
of preconceived dispositions,
and she was fuming
spitting
words so fueled with hate you see her venom
BUT
i would watch the way
she would glow from within
covering herself in nectar
she kept her
moisturizing routine a secret
blending cocoa and confidence
but sp15 couldnt block the ignorance
so sometimes she had to find shade
flee from the light and find aid
in beauty of the dark
such a lost art form she contoured
pigments on a canvas
using hues from black to blue ,
and though you could never see the ink stains from the pain she has written
she understands her skin sheds existence
as she writes their wrongs.
when the sky greets the moon,
so they assumed
she must be irrational ,
in fact they kept an arsenal
of preconceived dispositions,
and she was fuming
spitting
words so fueled with hate you see her venom
BUT
i would watch the way
she would glow from within
covering herself in nectar
she kept her
moisturizing routine a secret
blending cocoa and confidence
but sp15 couldnt block the ignorance
so sometimes she had to find shade
flee from the light and find aid
in beauty of the dark
such a lost art form she contoured
pigments on a canvas
using hues from black to blue ,
and though you could never see the ink stains from the pain she has written
she understands her skin sheds existence
as she writes their wrongs.
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