bumblebea

From the moment we are born 

We are given a gift

And at first we don't realize it

As children we think less about the why and the how

I love you like the sun loves the moon

The kind of love that only exists in the in-betweens

Between day and night

Because love is a spectrum

And I don't love you at the end of it

I love you in that sweet spot

When the bluebirds sing

The grass is finally green

When the bluebirds sing

The children run and scream 

When the bluebirds sing

The bears no longer hibernate 

When the bluebirds sing

Green

Yellow 

Red

Simple

Rules 

Yes or no or take it slow

Humans

Nothing like traffic lights

Never what they seem

Or say

Or do

Too complicated

I love being a girl 

but I hate what it took

for me to be able to go to school

for me to know I will be able to vote

for me to know that I will be allowed to get a job when I grow older

I’ve heard too many times

The excuses of our nation

That change would be too hard,

Too frightening 

That it would take too long

But why are we arguing

About something so necessary