White

Some say white is an innocent color.

It’s a child staring up at you, endless possibilities and opportunities shining in their eyes.

It's an angel descending from the skies, bestowing peace and virtue upon the people.

It's a blank canvas that we all were, before

We grew up and became tainted by the world around us.

But some say white is the color of power,

The color of privilege.

It's harsh.

It looks down at you.

It blinds your eyes like a bright screen in a dark room,

Like light reflecting off snow,

Like the cold sun in winter,

Like the hospital walls you see in front of you when you wake up, bandages around your head, a cast on your arm, and

Fear in your heart of the color white.