Poetry by

Cassie Odor

 

Connect the Dots


Color a picture
noone will stricture
neat little lines
making perfect designs.

Dare to color outside
with nothing as your guide
eveyone will have something to say
especially when your lines begin to stray.

When someone is unique,
why do we call them a freak?
When one speaks their mind,
all they get is confined.

Born in "the land of the free"
but everything to some degree.
My life outside the beaten path,
I just hope to live free of wrath.

Cassie
 

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