People say I should be--
Pristine
Presentable
Profitable
Prominent
Pretty
Petite
Polite
Pleasant
Perfect
Which one?
I've tried them all, I am most of them still. I'm all of the above on my own terms and that's why I will always be--when it matters--
Stubborn.
(Haha-- you thought the whole poem was going to start with the letter "p". Nope, I'm too stubborn for that.)
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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