Closet Salesman

Fri, 02/13/2015 - 16:33 -- Kenz

It’s hard to be a closet salesman

The kids these days just don’t need them any more.

They used to wear one color at a time

Pick your poison

Pink or blue.

But now the rebellion is taking hold

They swear that pink and blue

Are out.

They say to wear your colors with pride

They don’t shut them away

Like they used to.

They are burning down their closets as we speak

A bit of an overreaction, if you ask me.

They say they want to abolish the closet

They want their children to avoid using euphemisms

For societal conventions built on hate.

I suppose the closets are a little dreary

With their padlocks and prison bars.

I suppose if we burn the closets

There will be more space to build

A home.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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