Maybe Watermelon

My pink friends only wanted blue,

they shared their feelings, mine unfelt.

My blue friends only wanted pink

but not my shade, I never dwelt.

I thought I’d want a love azure,

but only sometimes; rare, that was.

And when cerulean asked to date

rejection came as breathing does.

All on my own and so it went,

there must be something wrong, I thought.

My nose, too big, my body too,

a constant battle inside fought.

Though now I know some reasons why;

guard up, eyes down, don’t look or see.

I’ve built a wall of bricks and fear

perceive-me-nots, grown just for me.

Rosé went walking by one day

my mind then whispered, maybe, oh!

A future living freely, my

admission, inside, hope aglow.

So for myself I will be loud

unleashed and uninhibited,

appreciation endless, now

my love can be unlimited.

For years I claimed that midnight tint

and still. But now I see much more.

Of cobalt lilac fuchsia blush,

with every shade, it's love galore.

I think it’s time to tell the world -

to scream to yell or even shout,

my soul deserves abundant joy

I’m happy, grateful. Now, I’m out.

Happy *almost* Pride Month :) If you're reading this, I'm bisexual! Same old Jenna, just much happier with herself and with life.