delayed gratification

The lowest hanging fruit

A few feet above the ground

Always in tune

My skin only mimics

The trees from which I emerged

I am alive, I am human, I am iridescent!

While my colors shine true

Surely not welcome in every room

A man with skin as shiny as copper

Has only so much range

For he must go to church

He must hide his face

If he should not subscribe

To the identity that was chosen for him

A man of multiple dimensions

Believing he can break the rules

Ignore unspoken expectations

As he discovers that he too can be free

Who dares speak such blasphemies?!