why are the trees green?
and the skies such a boring shade of blue?
did you run out of crayons?
or did you simply have no clue?
what's this, my child?
ones are for reds? twos for green?
how absurd! it's our human rights
to do as we feel, do as we're keen.
do you really need a guide
to perform arts and craft galore?
is it really up to numbers
to define when you shan't do more?
who's to say you can't just
colour the skies indigo?
have the sun shine gloriously
maybe in pink, never in yellow?
maybe draw gooey, green scars
on smiling uncoloured men,
maybe have the trees shaded blue,
go wild and crazy with your pen.
and let it rain scarlet
leave the puddles dyed in red
maybe draw a faceless ghost
add something of yours instead.
and scare off the teachers
have them shiver in fright staring
call daddy up in worry and
i'll be there but non-caring.
then i'll bring you out for a sundae
and applaud you for not being dull
i'll give you a wink and a grin
and thank God for that creative, creative skull.
we're born to be different.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread...
