Words of the Soul

27.

(12.20)

A field of flowers

The custom of my people

Come of age

Pick a flower

The flower field

A divine gift

Time to choose

They urge me on

Two colors

Pink or Blue

All my life

Pink or Blue

I am outside

The flower field

The petals wave

In the autumn breeze

I open the gate

Enter the sea of gentle flora

Pink or Blue

Time to choose

They whisper to me

Make your choice

I wander the field

Must find the perfect blossom

One that fits me

The real me

On I search

But none call to me

I can only see

Pink or Blue

I'm so sick of

Pink or Blue

All my life

I have been taught

Pink or Blue

Nothing more, nothing less

So which to settle for?

Pink or Blue?

Almost to the far end

The meadow's edge nearing

Stone wall

Growing closer

I reach it

Look back over my shoulder

I cannot choose, not

Pink or Blue

The wall is rough

My hands ache

But I climb on

Over the wall

And I see something

A beautiful sight

So many flowers

A rainbow of colors

It's not just

Pink or Blue

My feet land

In the soft dirt

I marvel at the colors

So many options

I never knew

They even existed

I have the freedom

To choose for my own

Whichever, whomever

I want

Here, beyond the wall

Past the reach of society

I am truly free

To be myself