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    underbelly

    by way of pace and green

    Bryant Mojica

    “I knew I was meant to be green”

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    And it was REALLY GREEN like emerald meets the heart of a lizard green…I am the heart of a

    lizard I mean.

    When I walk down streets my green reflects in car windows and shop store fronts, I slow my

    step microscopically so as to catch myself but no one else can see me.

    I am still, like a lizard on a branch that catches your eye but before you know it she is

    swimming in your pool.

    Or so I hope to be one day.

    Still I am green, my roots grow dark like the bark I would sun bath on

    My ends blending into a dull symphony of my favorite ice cream flavor…mint of course

    Still am I green? I’ll be the girl with green hair I say

    “I love your blue hair” the little Dutch girl says, it takes everything in me not to yell

    “IT WAS MEANT TO BE GREEN”

    Still I am green even if she sees blue

    It felt right to be one with the trees one with the leaves one with the seas…

    It felt right to not be me

    But be me all that much more

    I felt vulnerable in a “hey over here” kind of way

    My camouflage was meant for a different jungle

    Not the hard and cold brick of the space I inhabit but the soft and vibrant dew in which I would

    drink in the mornings… if I were a lizard I mean.

    Still I am green, as the new year brings new life and new death, as the jungles burn and the

    vibrant colors turn red

    Maybe it is right that my green fades, just like the forests cull their land to make space for new

    growth, maybe it is not right that I stay green all the time…on the outside I mean

    With a thinned canopy we are all exposed, we are waiting to grow but timid for there is much

    too much space…

    Do we feel everything now? Like we didn’t before?

    Or do we build new feeling ? New pathways?

    I dream in green

    I dream to be green

    I dream of elephants running paths through luxury resorts because they were there first

    Maybe it isn’t about exposure

    Maybe the real truth; the real harshness of reality is when we know we are being watched…

    I fly when I’m green

    I run faster and jump higher when I’m green

    I stare at myself longer in the mirror as to conjure up the rest of my true form

    If I could just stare hard enough maybe I could truly be.

    Dan B