The Beige Woman, a color poem, is Adriana Philips' personal tale of living as a mixed-race woman. Can you love yourself in your own skin?

Succumb to nature Fallen wish Failure Mounting I Must Dismiss Negative thoughts Come in troves Death among me Run From Those Mental motions Now I pass Crystal ball In Crystal Glass I seek in you A promised wish No more struggle Hope Is Missed Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

This week I learned about the importance of checking everyone on the ballot, and not just the candidates you hear about on the news. This year has been a difficult one for the world in general, but if this year has confirmed anything for me it’s that if I want to know what’s really happening ...

The world was shrouded darkness, save for a single fire that continued to burn and crackle even as the man fell asleep next to it. The man was alone, except for his dreams. Along the many alleys and crowded streets of his mind, there were people laughing, crying, and living. When he awoke, that lively ...

Holding my breath I watch the unexpected snow swaddle daffodils.

I have been thinking about how the world is changing and how as a person I have changed over the years. A decade ago, if I wasn’t in school or actively speaking with someone, I had headphones on my head. I would always replace them in a matter of hours when they shorted out or ...

The last few moments of darkness Before the dawn rips through the night A calmness as the world starts to wake And my heart fills with light ‘Another chance’ my soul screams out I tell myself I can do it this time To seize the day even for a moment To give the day reason ...

Snowflakes big as coins soggy, sullen, sorrowful Tulips will soon bloom.

I stared at myself in the golden mirror. The light reflected off of my golden wedding dress. Mother didn’t think white was appropriate. I had a deep V-neck and a large skirt, which detracted from my slight baby bump. I was about two months pregnant and mother thought the gold would hide the glow that ...