30 days, 30 poems.
Day 20:
If I could choose a color form myself.
It would be the color gray.
Because I’m in between.
In between life and death;
Childhood and adulthood;
Loneliness and love;
Rain and sunshine;
Location and imagination.
Gray
Day 21:
Words carry heavier artillery than war.
Words have more casualties;
And refugees than any war.
Words attack and heal;
Bind and free.
Words can blind us and open our eyes.
Words demand and conform.
Words are more powerful
Than any weapon on Earth.
Alisan Keesee 