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Poetry

Favorite Color

Hanifa

I wish i liked the color black,
I wish i could pick a color a style a taste and stick with it,
But that's the kind of consistency i lack.
Its not that i don't love
I love too much,
To the limit that i stack
Books in my room till I'm suffocated by words on a page
Add movies to my watchlist
Till fiction ceases to be an escape and starts to feel like a cage,
Eat the same flavor of icecream till it starts to make me nauseate
Wear the same kind of jeans till my legs start looking the wrong shape
I love too much, it turns into hate
And that scares me
The fear of finding love and not being able to hold onto it dares me
To never go looking for it at all, because
To suffer from not having is better
Than to suffer from the loss
But if i could figure out where it all went wrong and go back
I would make myself like the color black.

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