Rainbow.

This blogger isn't a poet, but dammit, a poem you will get.

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not named.

colors of the rainbow so brightly defined,
bottling up a rainbow is not only possible
but torture
to show colors, one must live
be free and have room to move,
their body and mind

i
am the bottled up rainbow,
the rainbow that has been shaken into a color of magenta;
a little bit of blue, yellow,
red, green, not knowing what color i am
so many things cramped into that small bottle
no room to breathe; live
for life itself.

broaden the crossing of colors
to find the definition of you;
rainbows have no end,
be your own.
untwist the cap and drink;
taste the blue sorrow on your taste buds;
the green envy your esophagus now contracts down
red that matches your blood
mixing and boiling with the anger you just swallowed,
yet cant yell because of the sorrow on your taste buds,
cant calm yourself for the esophagus pushes down more envy.

an endless cycle of magenta until digestion can burn away those feelings
one
by
one,
to come out one way or another and into the air,
defining yourself as a new color:
rainbow.


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Not good at all. It was on my mind so I had to just write it.
I'm not a poet!
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"If you don't love yourself, how in the hell are you going to love somebody else?" -RuPaul.