Yellow Bird: A Poem By Andrea Gibson

July 08 2016

Picasso said he would paint with his own wet tongue on the dusty floor of a jail cell if he had to.
We have to create;
it is the only thing louder than destruction;
it is the only chance the bars are gonna break.
Our hands full of colour
reaching towards the sky - a brush stroke in the dark
It is not too late
That starry night - it is not yet dry.
-Andrea Gibson, from her poem "Yellow Bird"
I would like to give a shoutout to my friends and my family. Y'all are awesome.

I hope all of you are having a lovely week.

Virginia P.
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Milwaukee, Wisconsin USA

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