Why is the Sky Blue?

“Why is the sky blue?”

I was ten, My little brother was two.

He balanced on my hip, Pointing his chubby limbs

Up – towards the sky.

As I held him tight, I replied:

“The sky is not blue,

What you see at first is not always true.

The light bends before it is seen by you,

And your beautiful mind that asks why,

And your beautiful eyes observing the light.”

“That’s not what mommy told me” , He replied

“That’s because mommy is tired.” Said I.

“If you have questions, You can always ask me-

We can find out together; Make new discoveries.”

I won’t dismiss you. I won’t bend the truth.

Your questions are valid, And will not be excused.

He was one of the first people I told, When I realized as an adult:

I am a rainbow, I can’t be contained;

I bend, I don’t break, I’m not ashamed.

I love more than one gender,

I love every colour, I am strong, I am soft, I am light, I am splendour.

I am a wild shapeshifter, a daughter, and sister,

I am a universe of intrigue and absolute wonder.

The sun shines pure light,

Every colour there is;

Just like humans, and our light within!

We are like rainbows and prisms,

More beautiful than we can imagine.

Just like the sky, I am more than blue.

What you see at first, is not always true.