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Silly Shy Bean

I am a silly shy bean
Some may not believed
Scalding water burns me
Ice freezes me
I am a silly shy bean and I am sensitive too
I can tell the colors red from blue
I am a silly shy bean and don't know what is what
I once saw an exhibit with the body of king tut
I feel so little and so new
Not like how I felt when I was 10 plus 2
I am trying to welcome the new reality of age
And what is going on in the world
why some people want to talk with me
and why others walk away
I preserve myself in paint
Dripping though my hands
Splattering onto surfaces that are not washable...oops
I grow despite the concrete and the pedestrians
out from the sidewalk cracks
Because flowers grow where dirt used to be
The oppression squashes me
Makes me want to curl into a ball
why is there taboo, why are there topics we can't talk about?
I want to hug everyone but find that there are some porcupines in the crowd
I constantly listen, analyze, and breathe.
I speak different languages when I sleep
I am a silly shy bean and I am just learning how to be me
Let me take the time
To grow and sprout
For now I am a silly shy bean
and I am happy to be one too.

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