My Soul In Technicolor - Poem by Insaf Jaleel
My soul in technicolor, forgotten forever.
Jelly, jam, and peanut butter, warm milk of your mother.
Hot days in spring and summer, and why should I bother
When children die of poor drinking water? Please try to remember
How happy you were in the arms of your mother, and the eyes of your father.
Of icees, or something-or-other. Of storms with big brother.
How girls do bargain and barter. How hate is the martyr.
Hide here in the place where you falter. Don't try any harder.
Footsteps bring nervous disaster, so introvert further.
People think in such logical order. My mind is a fetter.
This is not pain and not pleasure. For worse of for better,
This is Social Anxiety Disorder, with a tinge of Bipolar.
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