I emerge from the tree line. A sight full of wonder and color in front of me. Pinks, purples, blues, and reds. All interspersed amongst the grass. I lean down to smell a flower Its fragrance is divine. I decided to pick one. Then another. A hoard I start to amass I weave them into a tiara. A crown for all to see I'll wear it to school tomorrow And show it off in every class. For now, it's the only thing I want to wear. The trappings of society are constrictive to me. I kick off my shoes and the rest soon follows. Being natural is something clothes can't outclass. The elders would scoff at how brazen I am. They’d say “Do you want everyone to see?” I hate that society tries to make me ashamed. If they don't like what I do, they can kiss. My. ass. This is where I belong.  This is how I become happy. It tickles when the tall stems brush my thighs As I run through the grass.