Straight lines, straight letters, straight figures- how uptight. Curved symbols, curved numbers, curved people- now that's not right. I'm a straight line, or a curved number, maybe just bent? The realization, the notification, the mental places I went? Until the words verbally slip from my mouth, they will stay there locked up. Until 2016 comes, and the truth runs like a river, that I cannot stop. To my parents, to my friends, to the ones in my life, I am a curved person, with no straight edge in sight. Like the flag waves free, I will wave mine. And when the rainbow glissans, I will be filled with pride.
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