I. CRIMSON: red, orange, all the other iridescent colors like that. I think of the things done and undone, raveled and unraveled. crocheted bunnies, knitted turtles. the sweater I outgrew. white collars browning, hushed behind sepia frames. your watercolor koi bleeds into colors only you can see. I want to give my canvas to you. I don’t know if this is the color of dawn or dusk. I don’t know where we begin or end. II. MYOSOTIS SCORPIOIDES: commonly called forget-me-nots. five petals of sky. a baby hand. we collected these aqueous antiquities and kept them like secrets. we spelled out words with moons. you taught me such cryptic languages. I would spend the rest of my life decoding them. now, I spoon quiet words into your mouth the same way you did when I was little. I want to crawl into your lungs and breathe for you. I want to spell it out. please, forget me not.
Read the full poem on the Channel Kindness site.
When you think about kindness, what sights and sounds come to mind? How do you encapsulate such grand feelings of compassion? Girls Write Now mentees and alumni rose to the challenge in the Art of Kindness Poetry Contest, hosted in partnership with Channel Kindness and Lady Gaga’s Born This Way Foundation.
For 25 years, Girls Write Now has been breaking down barriers of gender, race, age and poverty to mentor the…
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