Tuesday, July 28, 2009

The Colors Outside

The flowers and trees call out to me as they dance to the breeze that never seems to be there when I'm outside
I spend the summer trapped inside myself
Just a window, only a piece of glass, the only barrier that separates me from liberation
My eager fists are clenched tighter than ever before, I know I can break free

But I conform. I am black and white.