Coloring Book

my garment does not speak for me.

your eyes do not know what you see.

the depths, the layers, the filigree

my hair does not define my intellect

the vision that your profession accepts

the ethics that built my tenets

are not written in your minutes

I’m thinking, just thinking

you’ll soon be sinking

the Titanic never saw the glacier sneaking

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d. morse

Writer. Educator. Content Creator. SEL Advocate. Based in the U.S.

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