LoFi, Low Sights
Joanne cannot see the world like everyone else can. But how does she experience that?
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Black, white, grey days
Dipping ooze from tear ducts
Black, white, grey daze
Monochromatic ducks
At first, it bothered her greatly.
"What color is that?"
"Huh? It's a blue cat!"
But that's less of the case lately.
Seventeen with plentiful dreams
White eyeliner and polka dot shirt
Gradient socks void of any extra gleam
But unable to tell you the color of dirt
Lovely lady, life full of love
Helping how she can
Despite the true color of sand
Treat her maybe, for she is akin to a beautiful dove.