I thought

chameleons were beautiful.

But where is the respect

in changing on every whim,


for those who won't have us as we truly are?

I thought chameleons were beautiful,

but when given the power

to flirt

with spontaneity


do it for yourself,

and not for the girl with judging eyes.


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