We Painted The Walls Black Poem by UmmKulsum Ashraf

A girl prepared for her next routine,
She tapped her foot to the beat of the song,
Her eyes closed, nothing to be seen,
And with the song, she danced along.

The smell of lavender lilacs alone,
Wafted through the dark room to atone,
For the lack of color, bursting bright,
In the pitch-black room that forever lacks light.

She leaped through the air, serene and swift,
The darkness around her opposing no risk,
Her every move graceful, blessed with a gift,
And every once in a while, replacing the disk.

The world bubbled with beauty as she twirled past,
Flying with the beat, gliding so fast,
Painting the world with the colors it lacked,
Yet the walls of the room had been painted black.

Whenever she performed, she felt the world,
Observing, looking, seeing her dance,
Watching her leap and bounce and twirl,
But she couldn't see them, never taking a glance.

The girl was nimble, curious and bold,
Her dancing truly something to behold,
But her eyes never true, never really open,
The dancing different girl's eyes were broken.

We painted her walls black, but she can still see.