blue and pink

boys dressed in blue and girls
looking pretty in pink
the division occurs

I am a strange creature
or so it seems
clutching petals by the daily
a dose of fervour, they grow up so fast
I am a boy
who loves flowers
I let the words unfurl
out of my mouth
my voice gets deeper
with every bouquet of puberty I never asked for
there is confusion
with every flower I put in my hair

odd stares
nip it by the bud, they say
it’s not too late
boys don’t hold flowers in their hands
here, put your running shoes on
and keep the flowers for your wife next time