Little Girl Blue

What'll it be,

The Blue or the Pink?

Who colored the genders,

Told us what to think?

She's breech, perhaps bluish,

At least at the start,

But don't worry, she'll pink up,

Let's not fall apart.

She opts for the blue jeans,

She tosses the skirt,

Boyish girl, girlish boy,

It's the Human that hurts.

Hazel-Blue-eyes,

Like a Mood Ring, dependant,

Upon what she chooses,

What becomes Transcendent.

Blending shades,

Merging hues,

Her Deep Loves,

All in Blues.

Indigo Music and

Deep Melancholy,

It lives in her heart,

It beats Steady and Holy.

Then she meets the Cute Boy,

She believes he will see

How her Blue Shades, together,

Are all he will need.

But he seeks for the Missing,

He focuses Out,

While she weeps Blue-eyed Tears,

"I'm still in here" they shout.

But the heart turns away,

And she will not pursue,

So she channels her Voice,

Alto tones shimmer Blue,

Reaching out toward the children,

Boys, four, and girls, two.

A rainbow of colors

Among them emerge,

Sweet Pinks,

Rowdy Blues,

Red, Black, Purple,

and Bruised.

The Art and the Music,

Bleed into fruition,

Every color embraced,

In the artist tradition.

And she sees all the colors,

Not only the Blues,

As they bleed, run, and mix

Into breathtaking hues.

And her world is complete,

While both scary and full

Of the Darks and the Lights,

And the Blues, and the Pinks.