Calosha Gomes

I noticed you walked away. My shadow has left me before I could catch up with my emotions that weighed me down.

The darkness consumed every phase.

If my eyes were the moon, now they are darker than any brown. Almost black eyes with almost black hair, now reaching the darkest side of this humanity as tears fall, failing me from standing up.

If only this was any easier, then everyone would have taken the same dive. This less-taken dive has me tired and wanting to be so unseen.

I’d pick a life so quiet I don’t have to speak up. I just can’t bear the thought of being visible. I also wouldn’t sit still at disrespect. If only I was a follower.