When I was a kid
My mother used to make me sit and color
In one of those queer looking coloring books
And I did
But then she’d come back And she’d tell me
“Entre les lignes, ya mama”
Between the lines
“Colorie entre les lignes”
Color between the lines
And I tried
But I couldn’t
Color between the lines
The lines
“Les lignes ya mama”
“Il faut colorier entre les lignes”
You have
To,
the lines
Color between the lines
........................The lines
You have to
And I tried
But I couldn’t
I didn’t like
The lines
But I had to Color between
.....The lines
The lines
“Pas comme ça ya mama!”
Let me show you
She kept on saying
Reminding me of my failure to conform The lines, mama, the lines
They keep on surrounding me
The lines
You have to color between them
But I can’t ya mama
I can’t
I don’t understand ya mama
Why do I have to color between the lines?
They don’t like me ya mama
And I don’t like them
So why do I have
To the lines
Color between
Ya mama
Why
Why do you make me do this
Ya mama
Why
Woody Hojeily
Woody Hojeily is a Biology and Computer Science student at AUB “Frenchie” with a love for English literature. He is a Harley Quinn fanatic who doesn’t really like the Joker. Too Lebanese to be Western but too French to be Arab, Woody Hojeily is an abundance of contradictions, most of which he enjoys reflecting on in his poetry.