when i say, colour me bright
i mean use your crayons to landscape vibrance.
but you smoke my lungs, and filter my verdance
in gray skyscraper dullness.
when i say, eat my fruit,
i mean enjoy a delicacy,
not barren my soul:
a gluttony i cannot behold.
when i say, use me carefully
i mean use me. but let me live
but you kill me the very instant
i give you a consented nod.
when i say, fill my void, my emptiness,
i mean render it with love and hope,
but you distend it with scourings of debrised carrion offal.
i try to let it weave close my broken shards of hope.
when i say, celebrate my species,
i mean, give them a chance to live in my world,
but you find a way to integrate a recipe for death,
and serve it at your luncheon.
when i say, live and let live,
i mean co-existence
but you shoot me where it hurts most:
everywhere.
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