
Here's an account of a little boy
Who's female company he did enjoy
And the occasional little girl's toy
But had to learn quickly how to be coy
It did not take him long to know
That he was a part of the great rainbow
But it took him 30 years to think
Of changing colors from blue to pink
Colors define the world today
Representing straight and gay
Representing power and place
Representing the public face
Blue is cold
Hot is red
Alive is green
Brown is dead
I am unique, it's the name I chose
I'm prickly but sweet just like the rose
Which is also a color, though many it has
I was born in November; my stone, topaz
My favorite color changes much
I don't care for conforming much
I like what I like and I feel what I feel
Sometimes its chartreuse, sometimes its teal
My name's Yunik and I'm proud to say
That I'm very weird and a little gay
I adore all colors the whole world round
This pen is my voice, this poem my sound
I don't have much but every day I'm blessed
And I will keep wearing my favorite pink dress
I'll keep making music until I'm adored
And my creations are revered by the ones who came 'fore
Now I am pink but I started off blue
This is a testament of what life can do
To a person who walked through a world full of hate
Until they got tired of being called straight


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