In my memory,
lives a girl,
who wears a red T-shirt all the time.
She paints the world,
the colorless,
blank
world,
till a day,
the world takes away her paint brush
*Awarded Scholastic Regional Gold Key in Photography
How bizarre
that adults want to become kids,
and kid,
want to grow up.
I hold the lollypop,
envying
those that sit in the glass buildings,
not knowing
even lollypops would taste different then
The sunset,
is no prettier than us
I put on my glasses,
but that doesn't help.
Blur,
I can not see
The bars,
stand between us,
intangible and transparent,
we are trapped
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