Purple, for Day 4 OctPoWriMo
I am this.
I am Rihanna, Gaga, Pink,
Sarah Vaughn, Madonna, Stevie Nicks,
Joplin, Beyonce, Ross, Streisand, Julie London,
Dressed in Purple
I am Doris Day, Judy Garland, Grace Slick,
Lady Day, Kathleen Battle, Dusty Springfield,
Listen.
My voice rises, crescendos. I am without peer.
Each day you watch me
I fall into myself
hide away, white soul in a dark night
so much hidden, in a closet of colorlessness.
My velvet purple I cling to.
You want to stifle my voice the way you stifle my body.
Hands on throat
I sing the high C.
Glass breaks.
They break.
You never break because you want me to.
Purple is me.
I am purple.
You bruise me.
You bang me.
You stifle me.
I want to sing.
I will sing.
Walk away.
My words rhyme
In time
You want to erase my soul
My being
I am purple.
I am green
I am every color of the rainbow
in between.
Let go.
Let go of me.
Once I dreamed of rainbows.
Always chasing.
I will chase.
Even though the room you keep me in
is dark and shadows cling.
You cannot keep my voice down
without my acquiescence.
I sing, rejoice.
You can never understand.
I am always purple.
I sing inside.
end 10/4/2016 (2)
S. Darlington
Categories: Writings
Beautiful, indeed. We are what we are, no one can change that, even if they try, as far as we are determined to be ourselves
Oooh interesting poem.