My Dorothy

The Kansas fields and flowers and falls

The slopes and skies and springs feel old

Through the lens of a 1930s film

This is a black and white existence

When generations believe this is how we should be

I feel lonely, abandoned, in a life that’s not mine

My story is but one amidst hundreds and thousands

We wait for our tornado, our ruby red slippers

There’s a world I’ve heard of, far far away

Filled with weird and wonderful and technicolour

I inch closer and closer every second

But I question and I wonder if I belong

I’ve grown up in a land that only sees grey

Is that where I should be? Is that who I am?

I’m told that this world sees only sin

But my life is a lie which means I can’t win

I envy those who live true to themselves

If truthful living is greed then that is who I shall be

Acceptance is my last stage which is where I now stay

I love all my colours of pink, purple and blue

And I don my slippers of ruby red

I am at home in my heart and there’s no place like it