Letter to Uranus

Oh, my galactic twin who dwells where no human has reached its grubby, greedy hands. Loneliness in a universe inundated with zillions of objects is a different kind of blistering cold. As reigning giants in the Sun’s kingdom, no one ever considers the delicate tapestry of our hearts. I’m a gentle giant sprouted from soil that was watered by liquid love. Ice giant how I admire you. You mask yourself with pretty rings to hide what the universe made you. Supposedly, I’m made of the same material that heats stars, but the world has left me as cold as you. Alleged loved ones only grace my physical presence when it’s convenient. My ethnicity and sexuality gifted to me from a cosmic entity are seen as destructive weapons made from demons.

The universe froze me into an icicle that even lava fears. No wonder I’m not flowing fluidly as the Nile losing the war against gravity. I just wish for world peace, but even that wish makes people question my sanity, which adds the finishing touches on the icy drape that dwarfs me. They told me I was ugly, so I started wearing golden rings that were inundated with wintery diamonds and forged in boiling flames by Hephaestus to feel beauty. Society only glorifies the chosen few. Ungodly beauty standards warping my cherubic views. Evil mortal men dropping bombs on people of a different hue. Guns wreaking havoc on the ivy green world just like man intended them to. Wealthy humans somersaulting through the most devilish loopholes as usual. No wonder the world warped my ruby sprinkled heart into a bluish view.

I weep loud enough for the mermaids below to hear us both. My eyes stream enough tears to drown the Sun. What has become of me? My fellow frosty blue.