Who am I to hope?
Who am I to say there is still a sun
though the night has rained terror on us this far?
Who am I to claim a gardener when weeds
grow in the garden?
Excuse me if I choose to smile today.
Pardon me for skipping down the hallway
or starring my i's instead of dotting them.
Please, overlook these faults of mine.
If it bothers you that I wore a sparkly ribbon in my hair
Or that I'm looking at the sky, instead of my shoes,
Or that I whisper "butterfly" just to feel the word on my lips,
then tighten your blindfold and stop up your ears
because I won't.
I read your words and they frighten me.
They snarl at me like an underfed lion.
Your words make me sad and a little angry.
Why do you choose this for yourself?
Just know that I'm still here
And I'm still smiling when I see you.
And I know there is a God
Because only something outside of the Box
Could create a soul as beautiful as yours.
