A letter to the Moon.

Reading Rainbow

More like I wanna be over the rainbow touching the “pot o’ gold” I’ve never seen before.

Is it fictional or is it myth?

Although they are different words, you believe in both long enough, finding out the truth in those (words) will make you stiff.

My mother, LGBTQ & possibly every other letter — no matter how many things she’s claimed to be, it was almost impossible to teach me things to better my weather.

Gray is a color I feel often, yellow is my favorite. Blue is the color I fear often, ‘cause my skin is considered black when brown is the shade of my fragrance. Would you consider purple a royal color if it weren’t taught to be? I haven’t ever had a real solid gold piece of anything; for the longest I’ve wanted gold teeth. Maybe that’ll make me more of me than I do. May be I just wanna see what it’s like to not be in the shadow of poverty...it’s over due. Even though my blood runs red & my tears’ falling slow...with the sky burning pink & orange from the sun’s solar flow, the complimentary foliage below, no matter what happens, I’m gonna keep goin’, ‘cause I’m always further than where I was the day before.