We sang songs that no one heard.
Our voices choked up, they burned.
Sending flames up our throats.
Each note evaporated into nothing.
Each melody wasted away on a whim.
And we wrote poetry,
Words that fell from the sky,
Pages that screamed
But our eyes were shut
Tightly like the insides of our minds.
Then when it rained colors,
We ran to find shelter in black and white.
To hide from what the universe needed us to be,
What we need us to be.-H