Computer Coding Partner

OUR LAUGHTER SHIMMERS

 

TWISTING THROUGH THE EMPTY CLASSROOM

 

LEAVING SUN STREAKED TRAILS OF DUST AS IT RICOCHETS

 

BOUNCING OFF THE LIGHT_GRAY  FACES OF THE STONE COLD CROWD

 

WE WERE LIKE YOU ONCE

 

DEVOID OF OUR HUMANITY

 

NEVER BOTHERING TO CHECK IF THE RAIN HAD STOPPED

 

BECAUSE IT NEVER DID

 

A TORRENT OF TIRED STATISTICS

 

ALWAYS DROWNING YOU WITH INPUT

 

NEVER LEAVING ROOM FOR A STRAY THOUGHT

 

BUT NOW?

 

NOW WE ARE MAGENTA

 

BOLD AND BRILLIANT

 

NOT CONFORMING TO A SINGLE STEREOTYPE

 

AN ANTI-PIGEON, FLOATING AWAY FROM THE FLOCK

 

PROOF THAT EVEN IF YOU CAN’T COMPILE IN THE CLASS,

 

YOU CAN STILL RUN

 

AND WHO KNOWS?

 

MAYBE WE’LL EVEN

 

CHANGE YOUR VIEW COMPLETELY 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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