
Her Story
Dark
R e p r e s s e d
History
Shay
This is where you'll find me.

Red petal
stains
on concrete,
a crimson tide
in the
Autumn sun...
This cardinal
salute warns,
that winters
ruby lips
are near...
Shay
poised
waiting
pen in hand...
tempted again...
ever elusive
infinite words dissolve
into that void of darkness
buried in abstract illusions...
leaving me perplexed... lost without prose...
Shay











It is the sound of silence
It is the color of my skin
It was stripped away from my ancestors
It is the reason I am judged
It does not define or contain me
It is the reason I stand strong
It is not a crutch to lean on
Its statistics I ignore
It’s my favorite of all the colors
It comes in many shades
Its beauty uncontained
Its history is still unfolding
It cannot and will not be ignored
It is not a reflection of my heart
Its past torment can’t be restored
Shay