a simple girl lies in bed ,
and beautiful colors swirl in her head,
she hides who she is inside,
in a attempt to keep her eyes dry.
there is blue, purple, pink
twirling and dancing,
and she starts to think.
of what it we be like to be free.
be able to express who she is.
not be scared or affected about what others think.
suddenly, she hears screaming from downstairs,
her father yelling in rage over a parade downtown.
"these people are ruining America" he would yell.
and she tried to be silent as her tears fell.
down her face, on her clothes, sobbing as quietly as possible.
they would never accept her.
her wants, her needs, her choices.
she just cries and cries.
"four more years," she thinks."four more years, and I could be free."