Comfort


She took here colored importance and showed it to the world.
Dressed herself in poetic cloth.
Wore her dreads as her crown glowed bright.

She swallowed painted words.
Afraid to speak.
For silence does her well.

They've found beauty in her foundation.
She sees herself as a glory.
But bottles it up inside.

She took her colored importance and became her own.
She is the poetic artist hidden in her hopes
trapped in one day
becoming something she was bound for.

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