Suppressed and fraught, though royal by design—
Cerulean divine, yet trapped within—
An icy muting layer meant to hide
My urge to bark that’s blue and shackled in.
Lower below is yellow and solar
Power covered over with soft and squish,
Belly churned with ochre juice turned sour,
My sunshine soul made small so it could fit.
I’ll stir myself into a mint julep
In hopes to blend my golden rays and sky.
My own uniquely grassy-hued tulip
In gushing ecstasy will bloom, then sigh.
I’m practicing a mix of roar and sweet
To let my emerald heart of green be seen.
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Madisyn Forsyth
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