Pink.
From day 1,
I opened my eyes and saw it-
The color of stereotypical femininity
I knew I would be subjected to
Plastered on my bedroom walls.
Purple.
Age 9,
I came home to a new color,
A color I claimed as my own.
Blue.
Age 16
The start of a new era,
An era I thought would be magical
Until I found myself
Staring in the mirror
With my bones staring back at me
Counting the lines on my hips
Before they faded from red to white.
Blue.
The tears running down my face
During any private moment I could get.
Blue.
Everything was blue
Until I put those three colors together.
Pink. Purple. Blue.
And I found myself
Coming out,
Coming home.
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