Please tell me,
Who is normal?
Is normal some kind of
condition that society
divides people into
or did we find a way to
create it ourselves?

In many ways,
normal and weird
are the same things.
If only we knew how to identify
those stuck in-between.

I was colorblind
And I’ve yet to see a splash of color
Vivid as your mind
A shade of coral like no other.

That pretty smile
Paints the walls of rooms into rainbows
As blue as Nile
And as red as a heart any man may know

Just as the sun
You are bursting with an orange fire
A loaded gun
You are black powder loaded for hire.

Every wildflower
Lays a yellow pedal at your feet
As a reminder
That brilliance can be seen.

Never may I ever
See someone else just as beautiful
However severed
May I never see another color dull.

In greener days
I’ve yet to find something so true
In so many ways
I love every last hue in you.

**-D.B.H
for Brandi.