We Are the Most Beautiful

I lounge on the rock

To strike a pose.

I vogue.

“O dearest sailor!

Have you lost your way?”

Then it occurred to me how my question

Ricochets a spear.

It hits a wondrous memory.

My history

Flashes into a playback.

I used to gobble up the water in the drum.

Aqua of aversion, I swallow towards death.

But I was not overcome.

Instead I opened this drum to an ocean

And I made it my home.

Behold!

I have found my way to live my life.

I carry a box of crayons and splash them

Into a marine utopia

Where rainbows convene.

Freedom arching around the Shangri-La,

I dance and sing.

Don’t be put off by my extravagance, stud.

You know our war’s not over.

I’m not the only siren in these waters.

Our song continues to sail.

A kaleidoscope of words navigates

Around the world

To outweigh fear

For love and hope to prevail.

My brothers and sisters

We have an extraordinary quest.

The waters are evolving.

We mustn’t fall against the current.

We are wild and wildering

Against tradition

And the sharks of religion.

Our mothers and fathers

And their blind eyes.

We prove ourselves

To those that dragged us into the inky-black depths.

We rise.

And flaunt our shimmering pearls. Our tails of gold. And glittering clams (should you cover your man-tiddies).

We are the most beautiful.