Poetry

Wild Child

We never cared much for what people think.
Painting the town red, with our shenanigans.
Two free birds,
One big world.
We were rebels,
Bold.
Invincible.
Unapologetic.
Never afraid to the seize the day,
To walk amongst the wilderness
And make our own way.
They called us the crazy ones.
The misfit kids-
Who sat on the last bench
Of every jail they called a classroom.
In a world that's black and white
Our minds painted a canvas
In multicolor.
We weren't clay that they could just mould.
We were wax candles-
Their words, our oxygen
Only making us shine brighter,
Stronger.
We could light up the whole damn room
With one small flame.
Breaking stereotypes didn't scare us
It gave us a thrill.
Our wild behavior
You just can't kill.