Stained Glass Windows

When we were young we saw through stained glass windows.

Colorful sunglasses painted our world.

We saw it as it maybe could be, not as it was.

We thought we were boss, couldn’t wait to get out.

Everything looked so shiny through those redyellowgreen panels.

But soon the yellows and reds dancing on our walls disappeared.

So did out securities, our windows, our colors.

Alone in a world defined by definition.

Where hate and prejudice reigns,

and everyone has lost their stained glass windows.

ยฉLeona Petrovic 2017

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