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In a nutshell, I'm not a nut
At age 22, I lost half my gut.
Crohn's Disase was diagnose so,
the surgeon snipped, clipped, and cut...
Stella, i named what was left.
She's a pretty,
You can't change her.
She is a danger.
Please don't try:
She might cry.
Her attitude seems bad,
Even if she's sad.
She seems alone;
You can hear it in her tone.
How will I tell you? How will I say, what has turned my world from grey? What words do I use? What play? How will I convey? Portray, display, relay?
The people squirming
Through each other
Sprinting
Pacing
Chuckling
Weeping
Briefcases in hand
Lunging
For the office
Laptops
Cellphones
Watches
Files
You?
How true
Are you?
Are you lost?
In a faraway place
Where you conceal
Your true face
Oh what color?
Do you see
Yes
When you see me
Do you see blue?
Unforgettably forgettable
You never paid attention to her, not even if it was critical
The society would see her, but she would still feel invisible
You'd hear her name, and intimation owls go, "who?"
