Color is funny.

But not like ha, ha.

I say this painfully, certainly not in jest.

I can wear a rainbow, and I often do.

A reflection of my spirit. My zest for life.

Another wry smirk.

I cannot shine. No matter the palette.

I cannot hide the darkness. The Black. The Fear.

The Judgement

I once had my own door.

“For Coloreds Only.”

Another smirk – ha, ha.

These days though, the sign’s been taken down.

I still know my place.

Behind the rainbow.