September

September

Colorful bright ion to much know what shines so bright, I sat on a rock in a tank made of tall still glass with colorful rocks. Wait there’s that word again… Colorful, Ion know, I can see my reflection on each side. What am, I??? Please don’t answer that at least not yet for, I have not come to terms of why, I am so beautiful, and yet a more feminine is not, I am but a bore. Look at me, and get nothing, but somewhat of a still picture in a glass of art. They said, I should adjust to the climate, but in a way, I was reborn after, I was found abandoned, and as I floated to the heart on top, I remain that Colorful, and bright in a whole notha light. Story of my life...

By Hunter'Rose Dior Bradshaw