The blue princess

The drawing

A pencil dancing over a sheet

First a tummy, then hands, then feet

The child smiled and says gay:

“Look! Look what I’ve drawn at school today!”      

                                                                                                                 

Eyes narrow, mouth is twisting, a frown

“But my, it’s blue! Not pink or brown,

blue is not how it’s supposed to be

Is not the right color for a human like you and me”

The child looks you in the eye and says:

“What does color matter? Look, it’s a princess. “

And indeed, it was a princess, but one that is blue

The question is not how much, but why it matters to you.