Greyscale

• Olivia Podmore, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2022

I see in shades of black and white,
You see in vibrant reds and blues,
I may seem bright on the outside,
But you’re the only art that’s true.
No one bothers to understand my beauty cloaked in darkness,
Whereas people flock just to get a glimpse of your empty smile,
Though any cliche love story would say I have a bit of a crush,
But, god, when I look at you, all I feel is the rising taste of bile.
I’m a modern art, the type everybody loves to see,
You’re a priceless painting from years before my time,
Why couldn’t you stay locked in a box and throw away the key,
I’m just one common photograph, not like you; sublime.
I’m stuck in greyscale, thoughtlessly taken by the wind,
You’re a renaissance painting—an old hot shot,
So when I say this to you, I swear I tell no fib,
I loathe you with every inch of my body, I kid you not.