My Reflections on: The Shroud of Color
And wish I could become like those: I see praise.
I felt my color would not allow me
To be raise to that level of beauty.
I bit my lower lip to stop my need to scream,
I saw in the mirror the pain in my eyes.
I quickly closed them.
I wished the night would come for me to hide,
When a voice from behind spoke with love:
"You are the Opal of Color, be not as others,
But as what you Were born to be, you are bless
My child,love your image."
My god, my god, I screamed as the tears streamed down my face,
Forgive me, please forgive me for not remembering my heritage,
At which, was a gift to me.
I looked into my eyes, they began to bloom
As a sparkling dark color gem,
And my skin glowed as an opal, with rims of color.
I smiled, as the love entered my once broken heart.
I began to be a proud new me - A woman of color.
- Nichel Anderson
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