AmyTheClosetedRobot

I rose from below, Lost, alone, unloved but free, I search for the sun.

Remember, remember, the first of December, The chants of the children in class, We are not unique; we’re the quiet and meek, We are clearer and whiter than glass, Do not dare forget, all they one they beget, As the bible dictates generations, We never were great, take our love, give us hate, And do not look above our low station, Look and back and admire, the screams in the fire, Regression cannot be denied, We were never the clever; we’ll serve you forever, And burn all the people who tried, Remember; remember, the smell of the embers, And block out the screams and the tears, We are not the strong, all we can do is wrong, But

When last I saw my sister, She had eyes of blue and smiles of gold, And bright mud hair, And a blue dress with white flowers, All tiny and petite, like her, But she’s gone and I can’t see her now, I think I’ve lost my sister, So I went into the room were she used to sleep, And dream of floods with fishes bright, And rainbows painting the entire sky, But I only saw a girl with eyes of grey, And a smile of painted silver shine, And hair dyed purple red, I couldn’t find my sister, So I went to the park with the spotty slide, Where she would slide and smile and scream, With hair shining brown in the afternoon light, But