I think it was March
when you told me gray was my colour
and the words danced in my ears
Sometimes I wonder if I’d have known where I was
I don’t think I’d know where I am
if you’d never told me gray was my colour
Layla, I wish I’d known your colour
when tears brushed your cheek
and seeped onto the tile
Alec Jolley is a 17-year-old high school student from Toronto, Ontario. He runs Mirror, his school’s student-published arts and culture magazine and frequently writes for them. He is passionate about politics and is a member of his local youth council. He cites Allen Ginsberg and Lou Reed as his greatest creative inspirations. On quiet days he can be found digging through record bins or journeying across Toronto on his bicycle.
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