We are trained to draw neatly in our coloring books,
simply constrained by law to create uniform looks,
but my imagination prevails over ordinary tales.
Even crayons are confined
by the color names the companies have defined.
Jungle Green, Aquamarine, Atomic Tangerine-
what do mere labels on wrappers mean?
Pink Flamingo, Desert Sand, Sky Blue-
these names serve to hint towards the specified hue
represented by each described entity.
But I live in a world without prescribed identities.
I dream of orange flamingos roaming through a green desert.
And purple! Purple shall illuminate the sky,
for I live in a world where I don’t hesitate to ask why.
So I’ll rip the wrappers from my child’s crayons, setting them free.
I’ll unbind her mind and just
let
her
see.
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