michelle mandeville


the brightest star eats out my eyes
as i try to look at the cotton candy clouds in a sea of blue
all the blades of grass are green.
this kind of weather can make one go mad with a good attitude
ecstatic music flows through my nerves,
making me want to dance in a way that is socially unnaceptable
i can do the impossible today
in tank tops and shorts, flip flops and bunched up hair
kids are screaming their lungs out

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