A suit of colored feather
Flamingo toucan tux
I wear my joy
For all to see,
Upon my skin
Rests dozens
Of hundreds
Of emotion.
My blue wings,
Confetti color paper,
Scribble the sorrow
In Crayola,
And I sign my name
In red,
So red macaw
This piercing beak pen
Out and out and out again,
Writing my name in red.
My dozens, my hundreds,
My span of feather,
Has meant to me
My dozens, my hundreds,
My life of emotion,
So **** your feathers,
Raise your pointed head,
Let scream these colors
And wear them so properly again,
Stand here today
To let them see
This unspoken part of pain.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC
A suit of colored feather
Flamingo toucan tux
I wear my joy
For all to see,
Upon my skin
Rests dozens
Of hundreds
Of emotion.
My blue wings,
Confetti color paper,
Scribble the sorrow
In Crayola,
And I sign my name
In red,
So red macaw
This piercing beak pen
Out and out and out again,
Writing my name in red.
My dozens, my hundreds,
My span of feather,
Has meant to me
My dozens, my hundreds,
My life of emotion,
So **** your feathers,
Raise your pointed head,
Let scream these colors
And wear them so properly again,
Stand here today
To let them see
This unspoken part of pain.
