by Morid Hadi
My Wings are pomegranate leafs on fire
I have no choice but to burn them until they turn black like the blindfolds in they're mind's
Just because I'm multicolored
My flag is wanted
And my pain is zipped shut inside me
The buds of my branches may be visible
Underneath the layers of lies I hide them in
I may as well be a living Prism
Bending what people see in hopes to hide
Twisting and turning the light away from the truth
So it can hit what they want to see
And I cage my soul underneath it all
But surely one day
They're arrows will hit directly at my chains
And I will be carried out for my death
My branches will be cut with they're ignorance
and all the color will fade from me
And in the end I would be no-one
And just pomegranate leaves on fire
Morid Hadi is a 17 year old who's mission in life is to inspire people with art and make people care about art and it's importance in human culture
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