They called her Polly Chromatic,
though it wasn’t her name.
They said her real name didn’t matter,
making one up was just the same.
They didn’t count on her owning the name
or wearing the colors with pride.
Far better to exhibit diversity
than be monochromatic and hide.
©September 2018, June 2020 Christina Anne Hawthorne
*This poem, though two years old, needed to be returned to the website. The events on June 15th were too appropriate to wait another day. In celebration of yesterday’s Supreme Court decision, let us rejoice! But, too, let us remember the decision is but a step.