No Laundry Big Enough

Just a small poem

Dear God, I need a soap, to wash this color off me, it is creating a raging tempest. The last time I tried to wash, it gave me pigmentation- I am still cleaning the stains. but. you say- you put this color on me as a mark of valor. then, should I wash the minds that are dominating the limbs of my stars? But I am one to complain, for this color of quick antagonism entrenched in the voices that spake the loudest picked an insipid book against an inaudible blue-sky story- why? because the color pulled them do you think we will understand- this color, that color, no one’s color matters, nothing matters, and all that matters is, is the color of love the color of love for You. ©M.D.B.

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