Messed up,
spun around,
upside down,
out of town, lost.
twisted
in the blender of society.
mixed up, mashed up.
unrecognizable.
whitewashed walls cover up, mask,
our pain
that was spilled out of our hearts, onto the walls.
the shadow
that life doesn't have to be.
graffiti
that expresses us
who we are
deep down.
it's too dark
too different,
too controversial
for them to accept.
for anyone
who wasn't there
who hasn't seen
who has lived
elsewhere.
where
children skip, sing, frolic
rolling in the meadows
the sunflower fields.
where we all sing
of love,
of joy.
it could be like that
if we'd just cooperate.
but
after
humans got a F on their evolutionary report card
in playing with others.
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