Bobby didn't talk much in class. When he did speak, the other children often made fun of him because he stammered. His words just wouldn't come out right. They twisted around his tongue like slimy ... [+]
Red, orange, and blue.
Those were the colors
I saw the world in.
Red for the anger
I’d paint with
when I saw you.
Orange for the fear
I breathed in
when you looked at me.
Blue for the misery
I drowned in
when I finally cried.
Then one day
I stopped
seeing those colors.
It was the day
you sat by me.
Anger, fear, misery.
I felt it
all at once
then not at all.
You were made
of more
than three colors.
And I realized
I didn’t have to be
either
Those were the colors
I saw the world in.
Red for the anger
I’d paint with
when I saw you.
Orange for the fear
I breathed in
when you looked at me.
Blue for the misery
I drowned in
when I finally cried.
Then one day
I stopped
seeing those colors.
It was the day
you sat by me.
Anger, fear, misery.
I felt it
all at once
then not at all.
You were made
of more
than three colors.
And I realized
I didn’t have to be
either
