burdened on my shoulder rests a green, white flag
it's simplicity, yet it's alien appearance to all these
white blinded people with their white-like-mindedness-
-their morality consumed by (white) promises of humor,
telling me i should go back to where i left for their own sake
my mom tells me, "ignore their words." my father the same.
they wouldn't care since they have already found their kind
within this land of maple leaves and unpromising history
so why do i have to bear the burden of
carrying the flag of the stars for them?

eyeing down white lines
as i cast away my alien vines
of a foreign brown undermined

you glow in the night like silver satin
and i watch in utmost admiration while
stroking my skin of rusted steel; how
i wish i could live in your skin

they say i am a presumed light of my family,
the potential that seeps through the endless night
and the luminescence that persists through the dark
and yet, harboring all these emotions and deep feelings
i am but a shadow playing fool with myself and others

coursing my veins
still blades pursue
thin threads of peace
that keep me together
with weak tendrils
of coping habits
that have barely
managed to wrap
themselves around
my flesh and mind

frenzied thoughts rushing;
doubtful affirmations, all -
from doubtful people

"god is teaching them a lesson by wildfire."

"and pigs might fly."

i can see the insects up your back
crawling your skin like their colony, picking
on the tender white until it becomes red
your nails, sharp and pearly nails as they
scratch the lumps and everything
and yet despite your efforts, they persist

perhaps you and i have much
more in common than i thought

for some reason, the world
loves to block the truth behind
asterisks and black squares

a hunger for more,
an insatiable greed
the beast to be whole