Lines

The ink of laughter painted across my rib

Flat beyond opinion,

Line below a beat.

representing a break, the breath, a life.

 

The greens and blues 

of circles and spaces of stars and faces

illuminate the lines of gray, 

a song of habit and tradition.

 

When the Lines rise and fall from the rhythm 

of the greens and blues the voices scream. 

No.

yet, nothing at all.

 

So I tell, the laughter holds the beat of the blue

refusing to rise,

f

l

l

i

n

g

Flat. 

extinguished.

 

The ink of existence

not green nor blue.

Black with Color.

 painted beneath my skin

the story, these Lines

 

breath, life.

The end.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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