outside within

outside within

my shell does not wear at once the colors that flip vibrantly through my soul vessels

on the outside, they get too dusty if all together

muddled in the hospital-sick colors of others feelings that flick hatefully at times

to mute their glow,

they avoid loud entrances, preferring unexpected arrivals and new beginnings

adding color and dimension to the hollow bones of ideas left to fossilzed

my colors prefer the haven inside,

afraid to be swallowed whole by the angle of anger often aimed at them

but retreat outside often, if only in planned disguise, holding hands

if only as the arc of light that shines on others

if only as the blue in the purple of a collaborative rainbow

if always as the smile that remembers this poem

my colors always blaze brilliantly

by Khadijah Ali-Coleman

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