Her Colors

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Who knew a society so grey and dull would go after the only girl of color ?

Submitted: May 02, 2017

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And she was artwork, her eyes were a smudged cool blue, her breath was clouded with an afternoon essence. And when I talk about her, most don't listen, they walk away and pretend she doesn't have her signature hidden inside them. They pretend her voice doesn't make them melt. And everyone was scared to love her, because she was made of blue and purple, because she vibrated with green, and they were all grey. They wanted her colors, but she needed them to paint. So they stripped her bare, and the colors seeped into the ground, the grass was as green as her emerald eyes, and the skies were bluer than her voice. The air went crisp with the grey chills rolling off her skin. She couldn't breathe the thick black air that consumed her colors, she puked up a flowing dull pink river, and they took that too. And she was still artwork, she still vibrated with a red anger they couldn't take from her, and a yellow sun of pride shone inside her. They meant to take her beauty, instead they made her stunning. She had a few flashbacks here and there, but they were no longer a canvas splattered with deep oranges and glowing whites, instead something sticky and black ate at the edges of each canvas. They destroyed her . She no longer breathed warm afternoons, she no longer flew in a mixture of her mind. She spilled tears from her smudged grey eyes, she looked as dull as them now, and yet she was still filled with a warm red life.
 


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