The color was always there
Maybe just as a freckle
Slowly creeping to the surface
Showing bit by bit
But
No
They tell you to hide it
Not let it show
Tell you it’s unseemly
But it makes you feel
Free
Free like the others who show their color
Their spot of color or colors?
Their colors from within
Their color is not a spot more like a light
The light showing you to show your color
The color you were taught to hide
Pulling you from the black and white
Throwing you into a spectrum of color
And that freckle grows
And more appear in other colors
And it makes you feel free
And you let those colors shine
Letting them shine for those
Who just like you tried to suppress the freckle
That color which you tried to hide
Now shines for all to see who search
To show its okay to show your color
To be that light for another
To show the color from within
About the Creator
Fin Bickford
She/Her
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