not easy being green

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It’s not easy being green 

I heard Kermit say

it’s not easy being blue

my mom spat

It all seemed easy

blue 

green

pink

purple

but I trusted Kermit

I didn’t trust my mother

So it was not easy being green 

but I loved to be blue

The soul of an unforgiving woman sat blue

in a little girl that turned green

when the thought of him

was not easy 

to forget

I sat blue 

in the cold of a winters night

on brown grass

still pigmented green 

the chill eased me

it was easy being blue

The green of the grass

reminded me of a little girl

so I got up,

I went inside

It was easy being blue

It wasn’t easy seeing green

If I were not blue

I may be red

red with rage

so it is easy 

to be blue.

I think of him again

and it is not easy

being green.