Perhaps in your delirium, you envisioned me as your
Nazi poster boi, Blonde hair, Blue eyes,
Graciously looking past my
Dirty yellow strands, slicked forward
Dark as a wilted snapdragon,
Earthen.
Gazing past my blu-green eyes,
Which i think are blu-green,
Because you see blu, i see green.
Playing off of my blu-green colorblindness,
You squeeze streams from emeralds
When all i see looking out is the bloodshot.
But honestly, I have no idea
What i did to deserve your expectations.
 

~Jan Brian Vis