Color Me Pink
By Rahel Gil The tree records its age within itself in rings I show it proudly in my face Have no desire to erase the Time I walk, talk, see and hear They converse over my head as If I weren't there My comments are irrelevant, ignored, a Bore At the store a counter clerk will see my younger companion and color me dull, Talk down about me as if I were a child, Same as the doctor or nurse, Cute I…




















