You are the color fuchsia
You are the smell of lilacs
You are the dancing barefoot with a broom
Hair up on a Sunday morning

You are the way the breeze moves, tossing hair
Unrelentingly in the moment

You are the reason I got thin
You are the reason I stayed with him
You are the reason I heard
I am an abomination

You are the reason I stayed straight laced
Until the day I came of age

I am a shadow
I am your copy
So why will you never know me?

One day soon, could you accept me?
Not how you want me
Or how I should be?

just me

just McKenzie