Are We Not Blooms

Are we not all buds waiting to bloom

Our hidden colors wrapped up tight

Shielded by a network of nourishing green

What works will we wrought with our true hues

As seams of what were burst along lines meant to break

What love will be had as we live with banners unfurled

Each of us upon our stalks of humanity

Embracing one another’s bouquet of diversity

Oh the colors that are ours

-M.E. InkOwl


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