layla -- poetry by Alec Jolley

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

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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.