If I were to speak
And you actually listened
Perhaps you would be proud
But you would must likely be disappointed
Ashamed, even
That your child is not the girl you were hoping for
The one that would smile and nod when you told her
The world was black and white
And that color was the enemy
That she would not grow to marry
That perfect, religious man
You would be angry that she could ever
Support those who have painted souls
You would hate her for her own colors
Maybe your people are the demons you taught her about
And your mindset is Hell
But there is a way out of that horrid place
It does not take much to leave
Just simply open your mind
And join us in our makeshift Heaven
That is full of color
There is no hatred
And maybe once you see this Heaven
You will understand
That perhaps your daughter is not who you though she was
But something more
Maybe you would come to terms with the fact
She is not perfect
But strong
