by cheri sabraw
Behind a zebra’s pattern of stripes and curves and slants,
Lie fundamental questions that trigger gripes and nerves and rants.
We look somewhat alike, with tails and ears and eyes,
We eat and drink in jovial style all the ales, beers, and ryes.
We adorn ourselves in feathers, in pinks and creames and corals,
We begin to blend together in winks and dreams and morals,
We conform just like a jello mold of watery sugary stuff
And before we know it, we’ve become the same and oh! is that enough?
So, I shout on this glorious morn, to you and you and you,
It’s time to differentiate from gnu to ewe to zoo!
Become yourself with all your warts of fat and hairs and skin,
Kick up your heels, forget your spots and venture out within.