Red orange yellow green blue
It took me so long to accept that it’s true.
I spent all my years running and hiding.
I felt so powerless, I wanted to stop fighting.
My friends became butterflies and I cocooned
Deep into my mind, where there was no escape
From the rushing thoughts deciding my fate,
And not one person noticed my wound.
My pain bled blue, my eyes, green of envy;
All those around me were free just to be.
My blood boiled red, but not because of them.
The hurt I was feeling was the shame to which I was condemned.
When I was two, I was dressed in pink.
I was punished at eight for my rough boyish play.
By the time I was ten, I knew I couldn’t be gay.
What I had been told was the ‘truth’, I had to rethink.
They say be yourself, but conditions apply.
If your colors don’t match the palette, don’t even try.
But there are a million shades, not only a few.
The palette is meant for mixing, for creating something new.
My friends turned butterflies were fighting too;
Challenges come in all tones, tints, and hue.
We each thought to have fallen, but we saw each other’s wings.
Lifting each other up, we can make the most beautiful paintings.
As rough as it is, life can be a beautiful journey
And I can’t wait to see where mine will take me.
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