Pretty Blue

Why is the sky so high up?

Is that why birds are so free?

Who decided to put it up there?

And make it pretty blue?

Why is wind invisible?

Does it want to be the same color as the sky?

Why did they teach us colors in school?

And say it makes the world a prettier place?

I don’t feel pretty

For I am the shadow in the corner

The girl without a name

I just sit and watch everyone else talk and laugh

With their clothes, coordinate and bright

Their jewelery like expensive glitter

Their sneakers, fresh and new

Their contacts forest green and pretty blue

Like the sky

And I am the wind

I want to be the same color as the sky

And feel so high up too

Be free

But I just blow away