R E F L E C T I O N
What does a young artist do
when forced to go to
school wearing a uniform?
Hide a superball in her pocket,
I was restricted to grey and navy, but in my pocket was a multi-colored secret. A tiny work of art. The treasure would be revealed at recess, powered by my own force. Bouncing far above my head, it lifted my gaze — flying colors framed by sky. I could escape the plaid polyester. I was free.