Aura Four

You told me I looked best in black

The darkness in contrast to my ivory skin

like flakes of drawing charcoal on a fresh piece of paper.

Always eager to please

My sweet strawberry summers forgotten

I drained all the color from my life

Until I was left with nothing but black

nothing but black from you.

My neon pink backpack I left on the shelf

gathering dust.

I shook it off the other day

slung it on my back

and started walking.

You know I never look back.