Featured in the 2021 Spring Issue of Rambunctious
She’s Into Blue Connie Zhang, '23 Today is not a sunny day She walks down the long roadway She has no shoes, nor socks, nor boots She walks barefoot. Her hand out loose The pavement presses each print she makes Feels cold and smooth, compact and spruce The day is grey upon hard hitting rain She holds two sons, her father’s grand-ones, Hair goes damp and drizzles straight down The perspective of a mother, Prior to having a daughter 7 years later, she’s 7 years greater The mother the dear creator, her sons her next innovators, With a new daughter in her hand She goes again, to her fairyland The day is not a sunny day The walk is down the same roadway She feels the unyielding fall of the rain, The similar sense from 7 years too same As if the water cycle was all more true, The water circled back after everyone grew 14 years later she steps outside Spreads out the same old arms far and wide The sons have long left, her daughter’s been blessed Seems like the same old storm, has come back for a test It’s not at all a sunny day But you all should know that’s too close from okay I’m looking at a woman, she’s standing outside Eyes closed, arms out, her head held up high What could she be thinking, so I ask myself She’s clearly enjoying the weather, and probably herself She turns around and walks straight in, A little confusing but she’s not breaking in What’s so satisfying, ‘bout the sky always crying I’d rather see the sky happy, with all the neighbors chappy The mother from before, is the woman I adore The sons were my brothers, 3 feathers that flock together The daughter is not my sister, she is not someone new Her mother’s the one who’s into blue, and it’s advised for you to come through!