Not Pink

an empty house

yet it feels crowded

invisible knives

silent shouting

they want to sing with joy

but their voice is hoarse

they can't sing

. . .

so they paint with stiff brushes

of happy colors

they think

. . .

so they mix the emptiness of white

with the anger of red

this is how they make

the facade of a pink

. . .

-Ola Aqeed-

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