Born Blue

Almost saw white, because my daddy didn’t want me.

Born blue, because the umbilical cord caught me.

Raised red, because the babysitter touched me.

Turned black, because depression snuck up and fought me.

Saw green, because envy came in and lied to me.

Wanted pink, because I was looking for love but my heart died inside of me.

I saw the colors and broke all the crayons in the box, because what’s life when it’s already messed up from the top?

What’s identity without security to be?

What's worst those colors or being colored? Wait. No, that was just a rhetorical question for me.

What's freedom when you have a past full of pain?

What's free when all the colors feel the same?

What’s a rainbow but a promise of hope?

I don't know, but I hold onto my flawed rainbow in hopes that I float, because this is me and my history that I can't change.

Luckily It's still beautiful because I’m learning to love not being the same.