By Elicia Ward
“They painted me with 10,000 colours
& told me only to use one. So certain ‘they’ knew how it was done.
I was young, & convinced I was wrong. So I thought I’d paint my face in a way ‘they’ claimed to be right.
But finally I fall awake tonight. Though all my old dreams are weathered. Colour now cascades from the fake they made & colour is now the path I walk.”