life of a chameleon pt. 1
My mother did not lay the egg
For me to be perfect.
It is not her genes who made me a beautiful destruction
For she is love and empathy
Hiding from the snakes and birds
Has made me afraid to step out of
My comfort zone,
Let alone leap for the trees.
I did not learn to change my rainbow
Because I desired to stand out
I adapted to the change
I needed to blend in.
There is a reason my cousins
Of horns and orange colors
Live within the dead leaves
Of the forest floor
I was not taught to embrace who I was
And that is why I change colors.
-submissive
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