The first time you don’t ask, or seek permission,
And you just are,
The first time you take off those sunglasses,
When you’ve been told all your life who and what you are,
Is scary, and strange, and wonderful.
The first time you don’t look for opinions or wonder if you are right
Is the first day of the rest of your life.
And me?
Well, I am ashamed that it took me so long,
But here’s to all your first times.
Everyone.
bobby stevenson 2019
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