You are the black sheep in their world
and the elephant in the room.
You are the question mark at the end of
but they want someone who never keeps them guessing.
You are gray on most days and that upsets
them because they want you to choose between black and white.
When storms come rolling through,
you bask inside of them and call them home.
Sunny days are spent smiling and crying.
The quiet days are when you feel most alive.
You love whiskey and tattoos and vulgar jokes that can never be mentioned around family.
You get lost in your dreams while others are being found.
You are unapologetically yourself.
You are an intricate body of art.
They call it stupid;
I call it brave.
Poet: Stefanie Parrott