I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers
I sway, with my sisters, I stretch, with my sisters, I fall, with my sisters
Do I become something ‘other’ when I am first noticed?
What if I am never noticed?
Then am I free? To be. In this vastness of pastel
If a yellow petal falls among pink and purple, do they scurry away
Wanting to flee from the strangeness?
Never. My si...