Beige; I Hope
A poem contemplating who was, what is, and that which will be
I think I’m beige
“I’m not quite white (mom: Caucasian), but I’m not quite yellow (dad: Japanese), so I consider myself beige”
If only I'd know what I was condemning myself to
.or maybe it wasn’t a condemnation as much as a diagnosis
…
I think I’m beige
I’m not afraid to voice opinions-
I’m afraid to have them
I’m afraid to pick a side in case I’m wrong,
in case I misunderstand, in case I hurt someone’s feelings
or disrespect someone’s past or
So I dont, I say just a little, present just a touch of color to blend in
get passed over
accepted
and ignored
I think I’m beige
Am i a girl? Probably.
Maybe.
Probably.
Am i straight? Probably.
Maybe.
Possibly not. . . . . it’s hard to tell what’s me, what I was told is me, what I am told is me
What’s rebellion against what I am told is me
What i want to be me
So I usually just say I don’t know
idc
let me be beige
I used to dance. I used to move to the rhythm of my toes, sway to the colors of the wind
Until one day I realized I wasn’t good enough (a lie)
I think that day I lost my red
The fire started to die.
I lost my orange the day I realized the popular girl didn’t like me, but pitied me. Put up with me. Allowed me. The day I caught her rolling her eyes while graciously providing a laugh track for my joke. The sunrise in me choked.
Yellow went the day I learned that some people saw it on my skin. The day I learned to fear and worry for the way people might treat Dad because of his look, his accent. I’m not sure what yellow was before, but they’ve taken it.
i think im beige
because green used to be like moss in my soul, soaked in enchantment and mystery, the kind you’d find alongside a pool of magic deep in a grimm forest
but green dries to brown with each bill I worry about, each “practical” job I apply for
and blue used to be the vast morning sky but panic took that from me
indigo might never have been here
and violet,well, I miss you
I miss all of you
like lungs miss air,,, it aches
I think I’m beige
I think I am beige
I think I was beige
I hope I was beige
I hope to be colorful.
I hope to be colorful again.


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