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BLENDING COLORS ON THE PALM OF MY HAND
BLENDING COLORS NOT TO PAINT,
TOO MUCH TIME WASTED ON PORTRAITS
OF FACES INSIDE MY HEAD
OF BODIES INVADING MY BED
OF SPIRITS NOT KNOWING THEY'RE DEAD.
BLENDING COLORS TO BECOME AN OBJECT,
A LIFELESS CORPSE USED TO DECORATE
A WORKER'S LIVING ROOM OR A TRAVELER'S SUITCASE
I INTEND NO GLORY I MAKE NOBODY'S FAIT
I AM JUST A REMINDER
THAT BEAUTY ONLY MATTERS WHEN DISPLAYED

BLENDING COLORS ON MY CHEEKS ON MY FACE,
I WEAR PEOPLE I BECOME THEM
I AM A SOLDIER SEEKING DIRT
TO REMEMBER HOW I WILL END,
I AM A STUDENT MY EYELIDS ARE PINK
TO PREVENT WARS I WILL NOT COMPREHEND,
I AM A WOMAN PAINTING ROUGE
THE ONLY COLOR MY HUSBAND WILL LET.

A THOUSAND FACES NOT ONE HAND
NOT ONE PEN WILLING TO WRITE AND TELL,
BUT WE WEAR STORIES BECAUSE
THE SUN NEVER SETS ON THEM,
WE PAINT OUR SKIN BECAUSE
WE CAN NOT SEE THE COLORS WITHIN
BUT CHEERING FOR BEAUTY MAKES A NOISE
THAT ALL APPEARANCE OF HER WILL PREVENT

MAGIC GONE UNNOTICED

"The females are larger... and less colourful" inspired me to write this piece. We as human beings were taught how to visualize colours, and reflect them upon our own selves, yellow represents a colour, so does blue, and this girl right here, kept finding herself in numerous colours until her mind became a palette for painting. She could be any colour, really, and this is why she has lost track on which colour is her identity, which colour is her. So she became larger, she became less colourful.