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Color Me Crazy
Poetry
the black and white pages invite you
to follow inside the lines with your pencil,
but some like to cross the boundaries
and create their own masterpieces
that may look like chaos to the rest
but make perfect sense to their eyes.
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you breathed life into an image, an ideal,
by coaxing out the truth within the picture
while I just stood by and watched and envied
because you were just too good, a rarity,
that gleaming comet sparking orange,
and all the teachers loved you for it.
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but my worst of it was being second-best,
gone away from praise and awards,
while I watched you climb the stars
as if they were each stepping stones
on your way to greatness absolute —
and I didn’t want to be left behind.
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some called you my rival — yes, it was true —
and I didn’t know what or where I’d be
