she thought nothing would ever
be anything but shades of grey and black,
that she'd live her whole life
in muted monotones of nothing.
then a flower grew on her windowsill.
it was the brightest thing she'd ever seen.
so she planted more.
soon her little bedside garden
was swept with more life than she'd ever known.
the colors started to make sense to her
until she began to see them everywhere.
her world was no longer dull and grey and empty;
it was colorful and it was lively
but her windowsill would always be
the brightest place of all.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)
