Poem 116: The Blues
Sapphire I am born
The audience had not yet assembled
Azul Your family was my favorite part of you
I watched you drive away, downed a glass of water, and then went bowling
Blu You could not speak my language, nor I yours
When they laughed at her accent, the sound was so joyful she didn't mind
Bleu You sick bastard, you had no right
Sometimes it is necessary to judge on behalf of those who rely on us for protection
Turquoise In the distance, the sea
We will break free, and I will lead you there
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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