green is the loudest color
an ode to the new home
it melts away here
burns through decades of
plastic faces
plastic emotions
chain reactions
of insecurity in the heat
ice and fury
pool in shadows
between joy and wonder
but this place
an antidote
for self-consciousness
how much more
can you stand out
when you are one
or one of two
so you can only be
who you are
and green is the loudest color
it also happens to be the kindest
life will out
yes
this place wants life
this soil wants life
this water wants life
life will out
and while i plant my hands
in the clay
during rainy season
to grow food for our table
i grow roots
we grow roots
past our plastic faces
fill our hollow ribcages
and extend
our accordion spines
hold hands while
our faces adjust to the sun
and our hearts stay uncaged
i am scared.
i am inspired.
i am in love.
there is no room, no time, for masks
because
life
will
out
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River and Celia in Underland
Mad-hap shenanigans, scrawlings, art and stuff ;)
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