Forsaking my tribe
I am unique, they all green
I show a fantastical display of colors – red, orange, yellow
They held me back
I jump, not looking back, into an unknown abyss
The ground is soft and cushions my fall
There, I see others just like me
I also see dead ones whose skins take a deathly pallor of brown
But I am at peace with myself, able to show my true colors.
Then it happens.
Everyone is swept into a pile.
Captured, compressed, unable to move
A prismatic yet ugly amalgam of scattered color
I look upwards to my old tribe and plead for help
They turn away.