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Color

She sat looking out into a world full of color

Thinking to herself what a beautiful sight it was
It spoke of the ebb and flow of diversity 
But at times the color would change
This change caused her great unease
Enjoying the colors yet fearing them all the same
The new colors in her spectrum were changing 
They were no longer vibrant, they were muggy, swampy - red
As people moved back and forth in their daily routines
She realized that she was one of the few that could see
She felt deep in her heart, a strange worry, and that feeling only grew
It was a worry that she had only read about
A bitter worry, yearning to be able to do something
yet not being able to do anything.
Thinking of how to make the color change from red
People  kept telling her to stop talking about the problem
“The problems cannot envelop your life”, they cheerfully said
“Look at the otter on the screen and be happy instead”
The color slowly fading
The drug of being lethargic only grew with the people who saw no color
They never saw the warning signs
They pushed us into the gates
They locked us all in
And all of a sudden they all started to see the colors

that they so fervently tried to negate

By: Mona Banawan


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