sparkly unicorn boy

I'm the mother  
of a sparkly unicorn child  
most days he wakes up  
with a giggle on his lips
and asks for tickles
 
He dresses
like a rainbow exploded  
and fell into the shape of clothes
over his body  
 
I don't always tell everyone  
he's a boy
so if they make gender assumptions
I generally let it slide  
I don't know what opinion
a random Uber driver  
or parent at the park
might have about  
a sparkly unicorn boy
and how their own biases  
might fight to dim his spark  
 
Even my sister in law
doesn't know what to do
with my little rainbow explosion  
and asked someone in hushed whispers
if my child picked his own clothes  
or if I deliberately dressed him that way  
when I'm just happy
that he's happy in whatever  
he chooses to put on his body
 
I'm the mother  
of a sparkly unicorn boy  
and his fifth birthday will be filled  
with pink and purple
and glitter and sequins  
and rainbow sprinkles  
and I'll bottle his smiles  
and make fairy dust to hex  
the haters with happiness
in the hopes they find  
their inner child  
that doesn't need labels
to define happy