for her,
you can't ride a motorbike,
you can't work all night,
you can't have short hair,
you can't wear a short dress,
you can't drink or smoke,
you can't own a business,


for him,
you can't paint your nails,
you can't pierce your ears,
you can't have anything pink,
you can't play with dolls,
you can't cry,
you can't be a house-husband,

for me,
I can do anything I want.
All we need is courage to break these stereotypes.

~ S.G

The moon taught me
to get up  
even when all
I was surrounded by
seemed dark

I woke to a soft morning light
filtered through my pink curtains
and the neighbor’s heater vibrating in my ear
And through my window
saw snowflakes carefree dancing
in a radiant and romantic rapeseed field
Warmed by the scent of brewing coffee
and lovely thoughts of you
This magical sea of yellow
adorned by tiny lacy flurries
Let me forget the freezings that I’ve felt
and the dimness that I’ve seen