Crooked
“Crooked”.
That’s what they had said to her
Over and over again.
According to them she was just wrong.
The world was black and white,
And she was…
Well, anything but that.
She was every single color you can imagine.
They say the world is straight,
That everything happens within certain rules,
But is it really true?
Is this all what this world has to offer?
No.
No; she couldn’t believe that,
Would not believe that.
World is colorful, just like inside of her mind.
Not everything has to be perfect,
She certainly isn’t.
“Crooked”.
They had said, every time she did something.
It wasn’t enough
And neither she was.
So they made a prison of ideas for her:
Black and white…
Only perfect lines and shapes…
Still they couldn’t capture her soul.
And look at her now.
She ’s getting her colour back
From the wounds you had caused,
She is breaking free
From the shackles
You had tightened for all these years.
Look at her now!
With her “crooked self”,
Showing everyone
That no one can hold her down.
She will be her own self,
No matter what…
Painted and Written by Dilara Mumcu