becomes the color

my ears hear what others cannot hear
small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me
these senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing,  longing to be rescued, to be completed
just as the skirt needs the wind to billow
i'm not formed by the things that are of myself alone
i wear my father's belt tied around my mother's blouse
and shoes which are from my uncle

this is me
just as the flower does not choose its color, we're not responsible for what we have come to be
only once you realize this you do become free
and to become an adult is to become free


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