Maya Angelou
Accident
Tonight
when you spread your pallet
of magic,
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.