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I draw a flower and color it in.
Then I hand it to the teacher,
Hoping to see if she will be pleased and grin.
But no, like always, again and again, she frowns and begins to talk like a preacher.
She explains the proper strokes and textures I should ply,
Though again and again, I fail and I try.
So once more, she tells me what to do,
Shaming me for playing unruly with the tool.
I scream in my mind and sniffle my unshed tears.
With my crayon in my hand, my palm begins to sweat.
It’s been so long! I’ve tried and tried! And yet I can’t do what the others can!
I feel a burn as the wax sticks to my hand.
And then the black crayon falls to the floor as it cracks in two.
I clench my teeth and storm back to my seat.
Why can’t I just be like the rest?
I’m laughing now as I recall my memories.
How young I was. - How silly and immature.
Here I am. I’ve gotten far enough. Without any of those smiles from my teacher,
Or pats on the backs, or medal awards.
Here I am. I’ve gotten far, very far in fact.
I color out of the lines with happiness and glee.
I am different, I am special. Come, join me.
And let us both color outside the lines.
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- Title: Coloring Outside the Lines
- Artist: Augee
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Description:
There are always lines. Angles. Cubes. Bars.
There will always be restrictions in our lives, but we can find a way out. We can learn to be ourselves. So have I, so will you. - Date: 02/09/2009
- Tags: lines coloring outside crayon
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