Life is so damn funny sometimes
An sometimes we want change
But we don’t want the acceptance that
Comes with change

Like the color Beige …

Some things remain the same
Because we allow them to be the same
Just like beige walls

They just look okay its no drama
To beige there’s no flavor to beige
Just beige

Younger some things were always the same
Pigtails two parted in the middle with two beige bows
Church on Sunday with the itchy off white tights
( beige )
Oatmeal for breakfast every day before school
An my first training bra Beige

And I became comfortable with beige
The training bra lasted 2 weeks
The beige bra 47 yrs

I lived in a beige world
No color so explaining needed to be done
No feeling with beige
Just that it was to be there
So I sat an watched my beige life die

Cause if I choose champagne instead of beige
Would it produce the bubbles in my life
If I choose eggshell would I step carefully
If I choose sand would it make life grainy
I choose the safety of remaining an being
Beige is that it is there more to Beige

Now afraid to move toward the chocolate
The cocoa , the peanut butter
To add a picture might change who I was drilled to be
Safe, comfortable, unaware Beige

Today I choose Red not just Red
I am talking Ruby Red , whoreish Red
Fire fuck me Red , sinfully flaming Red

An you know what I am burning the
The Beige bra along with the Beige me

Now I am walking into the red sunset
Along the beige beach thinking how the
Hell to maneuver Blue……