Bronze.

Mother

always told me

“Boy, you are not brown.

Brown is the color of dirt, of mud, clay,

Beautiful boy, you are beautifully bronze.”

Mother

For the longest time I did not believe you

I planted worry seeds into this dirt skin,

They blemished with a force unknown to me

Put on halt the boy I was meant to be,

Dirty thoughts into full bloom.

Mother

Because of you I

Shine.

I glisten from the hard work

The forger of my twisted metal

Bestowed onto me.

Magical woman,

Your body crafted this body

Your mind crafted this mind

Into the most thankful kind of

Son.

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