I feel like a dark light in an overly sunny day every time I’m exposed to you.

I know it’s not true.

I know I can shine and blind every wall of bigotry if I get aflame.

Still my head bends to you and the hate becomes a pale blue star burning between my eyes.

It burns, the embers fall, I make myself forget.

Some time later you return for another round of happy merry-go-round.

And I burn in kelvin blue flames in the silence that often screams  my rage.