I have a demerit mark on yesterday. They led me away in the morning, before dawn. It was my last choice. Today, I face my tomorrows waiting for consequences of actions I cannot remember. There was no crime in the flow of my nature. An immediate reaction to his price of renewal made me scream, DON’T. I erased my present to forget my past. The colors I wear are different now. If I could trade in my skin, I would become blue and green and yellow in order to find truth in how what we wear becomes who we are.