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Blue

It's supposed to be my thing.
Why would you take that from me.
My acceptance was shredded,
my version of self love.

Why would you take that from me.
Sexuality wrapped around me like a flag,
my version of self love.
You stripped my flag.

Sexuality wrapped around me like a flag,
neverending protection.
You stripped my flag,
It lays upon the ground.

Neverending protection,
I can look upon my people and see strength.
It lays upon the ground,
the unaccepting cowering.

I can look upon my people and see strength,
they stand beside me.
The unaccepting cowering,
scared to break the mold that shrouds them.

Oh flute!
The ambassador
of the heartbeat.
The way your legs
soar in the air.

The dance of your soul
and the sunshine it brings.
Your silver and length
caress the melodies
of the heaven above.

What must you be
besides the promise
of life for thee.

Silence. Silence is the car ride home after his death everything feels motionless. I feel motionless numbness rests comfortably on my shoulders my mind wanders blankly. I should be crying. I should be sad. I should I should I should, but nothing. Silence is the walk to class. Frigid temperatures nip at skin as I walk preoccupied. The air is filled with ice but I don’t notice, I am too busy. Busy thinking about how I will survive. Sure there is nothing to be worried about now, but there will be; there’s always something. I worry and worry as my brain, much used to the continuous feeling of anxiety and dread, seemingly runs on autopilot. It feels like I’m not even blinking, my feet don’t feel like they touch the ground as I speed cutting it close. My legs don’t even feel the burn as I don’t feel my own.