fractures
i could be pretty
but i can't stay in the lines
i am a rebel
a soul. a son.
a free-spirit.
i love the rain and the sun
when the sky cries and when it glows with happiness
i play in the mud
and i finger paint.
with broken hands and tiny fingers
i draw and write and paint
i stomp about to and fro in the rain
leading my own personal symphony
broken hands tiny fraction digits
too weak
i succumb and drown
not in mud or tears or rain
i look up and see gold and blue and diamonds
wrists ears eyes fingers