Label yourself

I thought rainbows only beamed for those whose closets concealed only clothes so I resented its iridescence for I’d never be able to claim it as my own

Because I believed myself to be an imposter as I am not outwardly my truth at home

I thought rainbows only glistened for those who existed as every color in its palette so I loathed its hued tone for I’d never be able to claim it as my own

Because I believed myself to be an imposter as I did not carry every color in my bones

I thought rainbows only radiated for those who came forth in color, for myself and for others so I quietly resented its colorful resilience as I sat in the dark which I claimed as my own

Because I believed myself to be an imposter as I did not pave my way for others, I am still alone

I thought rainbows only glowed for those who walked and talked in all its colors but I do not because

I am not the midday muse of grassy greens, sunny yellows, and ocean blues , I am the sunset sky’s tangerine peels, pink roses, and purple hues

Does that make me any less true?

I thought rainbows asked too much of me, to be a certain shade, to be a certain kind, so I quietly sat and watched the sunset that I began to unfurl as my own

Because its tangerine peels, pink roses, and purple hues formed my own rainbow that I welcomed home

I now think rainbows glow for everyone, even for those who are not all its colors, so I began to love its wonderous colors for I now claim them as my own kind

Because I finally feel welcomed in this world we so dangerously label as undefined