Saturday, August 18, 2012


I was born angry, like a firework
My mother had no lunch on the 4th of July
I was filled early with the whitest flame
Some Holy Something I could never deny

And when the flame was lit
All my colors burst
And all my pieces fell in places
Where the others thirst

Ashes for ashes, my firework
I was too much a rainbow for the night-time sky
I took a plane to meet the sun
No food in my stomach, a tear in my eye

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