parade am i going to this month.
the one
with soldiers
and American flags,
tanks and gun,
military men and women
marching as one,
proud to have served
their country.
strong and brave.
or the other parade,
the one with
blue hair
and nose rings, rainbow
flags,
and nursery rhymes
chanting
hate. marching
in disarray, a slew of
confused men in dresses,
girls who have changed
their names to Jake.
which one, she asks.
it could determine if we
have another date.
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