Simply Kayla

Some see me as a pushover-
Cleaned up, innocent, and sober.
But hear me out, all you gazers-
I’m the dearest of all saviors,
I’m the base to all your layers,
And the canvas for all players.

Why, without me, how could you see
What a color is meant to be?
Though rainbows do not accept me
(This regretful fact I concede),
I dominate your bright night sky,
With moons and stars that shine and fly.

Meet me at the gates of heaven,
Where there is no need to question
Him in my achromatic light.
Breathing eyes, keeping me in sight.
Deny reflection? Futile fight.
Gazer, I am the color white.

© 2025 April, Kayla Macias