White was never this beautiful;
'til I saw the snow
In Barnsdale Avenue.
White was never this peaceful,
'til I saw my house
Turning into an igloo.
White was never this appealing,
'til I walked on the road
Dressed as a bride.
White was never this thriving,
'til I saw the vixen
Running with her child.
And white was my colour
'till I knew adulting was dark.
Growing up was vibrant,
But womanhood was darker.
My lips got chapped
And I put on red and blue
And my soul got cracks,
As life kept soaking hue.
And I go on with colours; bright.
As I forgot to embrace the white,
'til I saw the branches adorned with snow.
But Putting on the white is a distant dream now.
Moonstruck 