Awakening.
Awakening They had wrapped blinds over my eyes, tasked me with painting a scene, one I had never seen; so I had painted the brightest colours in the dullest scape to please. B+ for trying, nothing more but nothing less. Kindness or cruelty? I forget which is which. They fed me lies in shades of white all my life; taught me colours and taught me politics while I pictured a glimpse of what could have been. Oh. They just let me wonder. Kindness or cruelty? I forget which is which. They whisper at me to come to their plight for my blood is their soil, my body their right; but visions plague me, I cry out in my sleep. Is my crime just to speak? Then, beware. My hands shake from rage, not fear. Kindness or cruelty? I forget which is which.
