KeyWest Rooster (1245)
I was not born to ﬁght. They brought me here, just for that. And they told me, this is who you are. And I fought. Them. Myself. Was I this? Just a ﬁghter? No. My heart told me no. I was colors and sun. I was Key West in the gravel, the sand, the quiet of morning that I broke with song. I was gathered in by street and companion. I felt warm and I became warmth. No more ﬁghting. You know who you are. You don’t have to ﬁght for that anymore. You can be. They will write of you in books and take pictures of you by trams. Some will love you, some will not... but you will be you. And the colors of that -- so beautiful. We just won’t ﬁght any more.