Becoming Black Again

We are the last stars born
Under a colorless atmosphere.
Our smiles refract light,
Taking it apart by wavelength.

I do not want to live in a colorblind
Society where everything is white.
Give me purples and browns,
Fuschia and yellows–combinations
And primary colors. I want to absorb
The world around me and become black again.

Copyright 2013
A. J. Hayes
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