For my sister….

who,
for any kind of reason,
feels like me in a female suit;
we never even played dress-up as kids together
Kids,
however,
are exactly who we are when we’re together

With hearts
as natural as the soil which we walk upon this planet,
it is almost as if someone had planned it
For who can truly tell who and where we’re supposed to be,
or even if there’s really a “supposed to be?”

For me,
I feel at least part of myself within every one else,
like some one is breathing through my lungs,
and smiling so wide because they’re having my fun
It’s something like a sibling thing,
like we know one another from the beginning of our upbringing;
such an effect becomes quite rippling

Free,
deep,
cool,
and
lovely—
those are four you surely embody
And if anybody wants to reclaim some life back,
look to her for inspiration,
to the glimmering foundation that is her
beaming blonde hair

****….

why the hell
did we ever say
those with that golden hair
don’t know anything about the
state of affairs?