Poetry: Pigments

                         Pigments

Through the cracked glass

Of the dainty window

My being pondered 

Of this Coloured existence

Plugged into seasoned soil

Brown

The pigment of my skin

Screams in joy

As tears watered down

Burning through

The battered scars 

Again and again

Till there was nothing

Till it's numb

Consoling worned barricades

Where pain mercilessly creep

Through holes of fear and blame

I began to wonder

How to save a life 

By Jessica John Posko ❤️

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