Today, I stared into the mirror
And realized that my eyes were actually brown-
The same color of the hair dye I use
To snuff out the black with freedom newfound
In release. I paint my nails black
Because I never ever do,
And I try to feel good about myself
Because inside, it is all blue.
And red and yellow and green-
I no longer know what I am doing.
The grass around me is turning pale yellow,
Sick with dehydration; dying.
Do I care about my results then?
The judgment of an education system I detest,
Or do I concern myself with the lack of water
That is felt and unfelt in this unrest?
Five hundred years ago, with this weather
We would have parched cattle and dead sheep
But in luxury, we reign with unstoppable liquids
And stay in denial about the questions in the deep
So I am trying to figure out why
I stood transfixed at the mirror staring
At strange colours inside me I've never noticed
Because I have never been daring
Enough to look at my face clearly
Or feel this world too dearly
Because I wake up intoxicated with the bleary
Quality of my life that I lose sight of what really
Is important.