I am a zebra, a colorless zebra. All zebra are colorless right? A white canvas consisting on black splatters of paint. I am a simple piece of work, yet taken so deeply beyond my meaning. I am the unspoken words of soul burdened with such sorrow, yearning for the chance to speak, but at the same time, I am the furious screams that are so easily heard from miles away. I scream with no voice, I’m silent with a yell. I scream for attention. People don’t notice my ever so loving beauty. I must be mistaken to think that I’m worth something, because according the others, I’m not. Just please notice this beautiful zebra. I am nothing but a zebra. Set this zebra free.