In a box of skittles you find the colours of the rainbow
Amongst the colours each one have that special taste – acquired or not
Each piece have a sense of smell and aroma may it be sour or sweet
Each one of us will then pick first a favourite then the next best thing
Which one will you pick?
If blue can be a blueberry, a grape
and a mix of blackberries
Red a raspberry, a cherry or could be a strawberry
Green is either a honeydew, a kiwi and maybe as sour as a lime
Yellow as sweet as mangoes, a persimmon and a slice of pineapple
Orange will be just orange or some cape gooseberries and apricots
Which one will you choose?
What I am saying is, whatever you pick – sweet, bitter or sour
Whichever you choose, will that change who you are?
Whenever you like a pickle or two and a sweet apple pie to chew
Is it about what you like to look amongst the cluster or a crate?
Or is it about how you feel and the mien of that moment in time?
In life we make our own choices – an extract of our sense
Every day when we make that choice would mean we take a chance
In chances we find a moment to dare to plunge – whatever the odds
In that moment when we dare, we feel different – we are distinct
In being different we see a difference of who we are and what we can be – peculiar and unique
And in a gallery of skittles a passionfruit is flavoured to differ from the horde of our true essence.
24 Jun 2017
Why this metaphor? I was on a flight from Vienna to London today and was sat next to two young girls. The flight was almost occupied by students – a group of them.
Whatever the whispers going on between the two of them and that certain look thereafter – I may be just assuming it all but they definitely made me feel uncomfortable … just because I am different.
~ Anjamariela ~