In response to painting Yellow-Red-Blue by Wassily Kandinsky 

The doorway to our world  
shines brightly in the overhead lights. 
The shapes swirl in defiance, 
crisscrossing over one another, 
blending colors like wax melting 
in the sun, fused by helplessness– 
being dragged to our world 
that's filled with rage, violence, and hatred. 

Their world is so different from ours.  
They don’t want to blend, they want  
to be defined and separate. 
They try to force their way  
away from the door 
with its tempting yellow light 
and its promises for better,  
but parts are being forced 
through the portal, parts that scream  
as they are taken. They slowly lose 
their brightness and definition 
as they are dragged to a world of angles 
sharp turns and boxes to be forced into.  

They can no longer be themselves in their world  
or ours. We’ve taken important parts of them 
that we won't give back. Forever changed,  
they feel hopeless and eventually their tired bodies  
give up, no longer resisting, they flow through the door 
echoing their vibrant colors as they go.