Origami People

There are blank paper people living in cutout worlds,

Judging, hating, stealing, staring, waiting.

Then there are origami people living in brilliant hues,

Loving, accepting, caring, speaking, thinking,

Molded and folded to be unique and proud,

Patterns that emenate strength and beauty,

Colors that scream, "I am here, world, and I am alive!"

But blank paper people watch from their cutout worlds,

And suddenly being different feels a lot like being alone,

And shining bright is feeling dark,

And being patterend is to be punished.

Vivacious is seen as violent,

Creativity is met with creulty,

And eventually crisp lines unfold and kind colors dull,

And blank paper people ready their scissors

To snip away the differences they learned to hate.

But hope hangs heavy in the clouds above, as they

Part to make way for the sun as it breathes

New life and color and origami people form 

New lines and shine brighter reds, yellows, and blues,

Infinities once again dance within their minds,

And their differences no longer condemn them,

But release them and their eyes are open

To a world blank paper people try to ignore

And they realize that they are free and they

Are not bound by limitations set by limited people

And it is then they know they are alive.