|A Poem by Erin|
The Crayon Box
Purple, green, blue and yellow
Colors in my mind
no black, no red no white
just purple, green, blue and yellow.
Colors in a crayon box.
Lilac, seafoam, cornflower, and daffodil,
colors not in my memory
all reds and blacks and the colors of shame,
but not lilac, seafoam, cornflower, and daffodil.
“Always color with all the colors in the box,” he said
“never two or three.”
Violet, forest, midnight, and ocher
pictures in my memory
these include the reds and blacks and whites.
Midnight backgrounds with white slashes on them,
forest words crossed out in red,
violet shapes distorted by black clouds
and ocher children bleeding red streams of blood that soak the paper.
These are the pictures of my mind, the pictures of my memory
These are the images I have.
Dark and evil, these pictures in my mind
run over all,
kill whatever good they find there.
Dark and evil pictures from man who hurt a child,
dark and evil pictures of shame,
“Always use every color in the box,” he said,
“never just two or three.”
Purple, green, blue, yellow,
lilac, seafoam, cornflower, daffodil,
violet, forest, midnight, and ocher;
colors on my paper to show the world.
All the colors in the box,
even though all of them are
reds, blacks, and whites
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