I want to be a flapper
A symbol of celebration
Dancing in the face of discrimination
Whistle and toot my way into freedom
Among the feast of governing isolation
Change my name
Change my destination
Opportunity runs in the opposite way of the oncoming
invasion
set my sights and continue to
raise them
My eyes embrace a culture devoid of opposition
A deflating rigid system
Baptized into the ocean of
born again
Frolicking with you into the sun
Where good times stick like honey
…to a happiness that never ends