THE KITE WAS BLUE

The hidden child cried from inside
"It's the blue one that I caught"
While the world outside screamed
"How could she,that's not what she should"
What is it that I should
What is it that I should not
Shouldn't the sun rise in the west and set in the east
I waved at the sky to send me what was mine
But even the wind seemed dancing to the rhythm of the stereotypes
It did not listen to her cries
Nor did it consider those tears
Her wishes derailed
Her joys crushed
Her efforts ignored
But yet no one could stop her eyes from looking at
Her kite in His hand that was blue

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