The Zebra With Red Stripes

I think myself a zebra

A zebra up and down my legs

My stripes? The lovely color red.


It's stupid.

Why on earth would you want red stripes?

I just wanted to see

And like a drug I'm addicted.

But each day goes by

I'm hurt

I need a stripe.

A red one.

It's stupid.

It's bad.

I'm hurt.

One more stripe.

I can't express myself through words

My emotions a mess.

My words are shaken and they cause


More stripes on my zebra legs.


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