You are abstract: a colorful portrait in a worn out and rather gloomy city.
A misinterpreted work of art.
You are complex: vividly beautiful in a dull and somber city.
A different form of beauty.
You are wanted and needed.
You are in an overcrowded market filled with wannabe’s and look-alike’s.
You may be the orange that is bruised and beaten…
You radiate and shine.
You will be picked soon. Just be yourself, which is always enough.
In this “poem”, I compare people to oranges. This is for anyone who doesn’t fit in and is constantly worried about their next move. For the ones who are misunderstood, yet they are like an open book. Or so they think.