Rainbow 2020

Cry and bend a rainbow on your own.
Fly a Quidditch broom right through the night.
Be free to love your life and still hold on
to manage your own fight.
No one should tell you what to feel.
Just do it. Don’t ask what to do.
Do not feel the pictures. Be an artist,
paint the pictures that feel you.


She is sixteen and alone.
Her parents do not, would not, cannot understand.
She’s still at home and on her own.
Yesterday she said I wanna feel you, hold your hand.
But there’s no way to meet again.
The next week she is obviously in quarantine.
She wipes the makeup from her tan.
And she thinks: Who knows,
maybe I’ll have a child with her somewhen?

Cry and bend a rainbow on your own.
Fly a Quidditch broom right through the night.
Be free to love your life and still hold on
to manage your own fight.
No one should tell you what to feel.
Just do it. Don’t ask what to do.
Do not feel the pictures. Be an artist,
paint the pictures that feel you.

Why can’t they meet again right now?
The others do not, would not, cannot understand.
The parents say the reason isn’t hard to find:
It’s not allowed yet and she’s not one of your kind.

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