I picked out a dress
It was cute
With little bows on the straps
I felt good in it
Apparently
It wasn’t appropriate
Because
You could tell
I wasn’t flat
And my legs
We’re for all to see
I was told
That I couldn’t wear it
For a school concert
But it was past my thighs
Wasn’t low cut
Wasn’t too fancy
Wasn’t a bathing suit
You could just tell
I was a women
Now the dress is returned
All wrapped up in box
Hidden away from the world
Because people don't want to
See me
Sometimes I imagine
That my life is a movie
Each scene belongs to a song
Each song to a scene
Sometimes I let myself
Just float in the music
Red
White
And Blue
The colors of America
We parade down the streets
Covered in these colors
I wonder what our parade will look like
This year
Will we parade with joy
Celebrate tragedies
Love is an open door?
All you need is love?
Love story?
I know that feeling
A bit differently
Not quite what the song was intended for
But I know of love
That opens doors
The love that is
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