Notes from the pen~
these poems are so poem-y with a hint of poem-y and basically swimming in poem-try so I expect a review if you’ve got time!
WE ARE FLAMINGOS/ A FLAMINGO IN A PRIDE OF LIONS (couldn’t decide :P)
We are flamingos
trying to be lions.
but we never quite get it right-
one twilight-pink feather peaking through
the blanket of gold-and-murky-brown sunset that we so desperately draped ourselves in
Or
One high-pitched bird cry shrieking through
the deafening roars we practice too long to get right
We are flamingos
desperately trying to be lions
but we can never quite hide the blush-pink shyness of us
with mud-brown boldness of them
or suffocate the shrill-soft bird cries of us
with deep-sea roars of them
And so the truth is the truth-
flamingos can never be lions
like the moon can never be the sun or
smiles can never quite be the laughter
We push back water from our eyes,
metal up our spines and
demand to be lions
threatening to rip the jungle apart again and again until
we become them
But the truth is the simple, plain truth
that while we are meant to fly,
to rip the horizons with papery pink wings
and claim the sun as ours,
they are meant to roar cry
chase our flight with incandescent hatred,
and threaten to rip the jungle apart again and again
until they become us.
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