Maya Angelou




Accident

Tonight
       when you spread your pallet
of magic,
       I escaped.
Sitting apart,
       I saw you grim and unkempt.
Your vulgarness 
       not of living,
your demands
       not from need.

Tonight
       as you sprinkled your brain-dust
of rainbows,
       I had no eyes.
Seeing all
I saw the colors fade
and change.
       The blood, red dulled
through the dyes,
and the naked
Black-White truth.


spoken = Eye'z