When I label, stereotype,
or attempt to fence-in
my fellow travellers
on life's road,
I take a brilliant pallette
and trade it for shades of gray.
My chiropractor
is a sexy flower-child.
The chef at my favorite restaurant
is a philosopher
who invests in the stock market
and in every person that he feeds.
Last summer,
I threw hay bales
alongside a Goth kid...
he wore eyeliner
and black nailpolish.
And the librarian... she's a rebel!
She's an anarchist who shows her colors
in her tattoos,
and by the way she rattles the metal book cart...
loudly, with enthusiasm and energy.
No disapproving "Shhh!!" from her!
This world is changing.
I rejoice,
and gather energy
from the riot of color
around me.
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