Colour me, Moon

Too many moons

Colour me blue

It’s not me it’s you, they’ll say.

Suffocating is the harness

Tightening us a label

The green sweaty grip of sovereignty, Drip, drip, drip.

We turn blueish-grey.

Yet a moon has many faces

Wears many capes

Has seen so many places,

That only one colour she cannot be.

Why would you ever

Simply follow the ladder,

When you can,

Oh so majestically,

Mirror all the hues

Brought to you by fate, others and factor.

Peeking at you from every corner of your kaleidoscope self.

Embrace the weird, the different,

Learn with all your steps,

That the foreign can also feel right at home.

So, choose to be you and then some,

Respectfully reject any shade you do not wish to serve.

Let no one choose the colours for you.

When day wears black

A moon is certain to slip in,

But remember,

Her light won’t shine from within.

A spectacle of fireworks

A game of shadows on a starry night, Will always and foremost,

Come, when others are reaching in.

So be you, be the colour of the moon.