Color silent clown girl
Walking down the street
Floppy shoes echo on the concrete
She flinches each time a child points
Each time a child laughs

She’d tell a joke
If she didn’t know they’d be laughing at her colors
At her… lack of colors
She’d cry if it wasn’t so cliché

Color silent clown girl
Steps silent through the woods
Falls asleep by the stream
The birds don’t point at her
The squirrels don’t laugh

No one noticed when she didn’t come back