Look, mama! Look. A witch!
No, baby, she says.
There are no witches,
Only people who understand
That this world
is not where they belong, only where they reside.
Listen, baby.
People who know
who they are –
They’re different.
We’re taught different is terrifying
We’re told different should be punished.
But it isn’t any of these things.
Different is beautiful,
different is all of us.
It’s who we all are, how we all are.
Look again, baby. See her now?
Is she a witch?
Or is she just not like
what you’re used to, what you’ve already seen?
Is she scary?
Or is she just not what
she appears?
If we must ask
who a person is,
We should also ask ourselves
Who we are to question
Anyone’s presence-
especially our own.
She’s no witch.
She is you,
and she is me, and she is us.
She is magical
And so are you.
Look, baby. See?
It’s only our mirror.
Kayfucius 