by A. Vanessa White Mottley

she chose black
it was all she knew
the sun could set on her bed
yet it rained on her sheets
after all, she was but gray
everything she was attracted to
fell between payne’s gray and the ivory of gloom
she had danced from heaven
with pockets filled with yellow
yet the rhythm in her soul
got lost when she chose red
red seduced her,
then spit her out
whilst burning its flame
through the lushest fields of green
leaving ash as it traveled
she chose muted browns
where she could blend in
and no one could delight in her person
so strongholds could not be seen
or shared so the higher vibrations of purple
could mingle about her spirit
and she denied herself the rainbow
preferring the drink of gray.