craziness.

I like the world where yards are fenced
Lawns are trimmed
And trees are pruned

I like the world where shirts are tucked
Slacks are pressed
And hair is cut

I like the world with rules defined
Boundaries set
It’s black and white

I live the world of wilderness
Where seeds to fly
And trees grow wild

I live the world with chucks and pantyhose
And black lipstick
And unmatching clothes

I live the world that’s full of gray
with many definitions
of what’s okay

but fences hold back the beauty of the wild
where trees and springs burst forth in deserts and break through pavement

and dress codes force uniformity, conformity,
where expression, beauty and creativity was once called deformity

while people may knows rules, rules don’t know people
who live and breathe and struggle and think

I learning to like the world where beauty lives
Where homogeny and utopia break down to
Ingenuity and loving diverse community