Bubbles rising higher,
Multiply through the sky,
Focusing on each one till they merge into
One big sphere.
You say it was a misunderstanding,
But each of the silhouetted memories
Of your habit-
you ridiculed me.
Pouts and questions define your judgement,
You play a facade of concern.
No more-
Find another game to play in the time
You spent with those bubbles
Without even touching them.
For where is the truth in a room full of bubbles
And no bath in sight to wash them all off?
I haven't seen democracy since I was four years old,
coloring with crayons outside the lines while a man on screen was coloring the map with too much red that the blue was overpowered.
Greed overtook them
Only those in power shoot their guns in fear
Of the potential held in the palm of our hands
Delicate and rough fingers intertwined through every color to shoot back.
Bye Good,
I stopped standing the day that everyone else stopped standing for us
I have not put my hand over my heart in over a year because what is there to hide?
I was born here with the blonde hair and blue eyes
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