An Ode To Neon Green
Where is the life I used to have
Carried in my suitcase
Of neon green?
Did it dissapear down
The rabbit hole of
Beige, nothing but
b e i g e.
Did it fall down the
Rabbit hole of caring?
Of giving a damn?
Of adhering to
s t e r e o t y p e s?
Let neon green in,
I beg you,
Or blinding yellow,
Or whatever your damn colour is.
And if your color is beige
Then rock the hell out of that
Paint your life sweet, subdued beige.
And own it.
Just don't be beige to fit a
s t e r e o t y p e
When all the colors
Are equally awesone
And we need every color
In this world.
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