Suppose
that a mother could let her child
walk by himself to the corner store,
confident that he will return.
Or that colors
weren’t indicative of
you’re essence.
We live as if femininity stands
on the corner of every street
with a bright pink, sparkly, sign
which reads “this is what I
look like!”
Or that prince and princess
fairy tales are the only form of
true love.
Suppose a woman can fall asleep
at night, while she lays in her own
bed alone,
knowing she’s protected here.
We all qualify under the human
essence, suppose we were treated
this way.
