My Colors Are Not To Be Judged

I know not what color I am,

Nor what color I am supposed to be,

Only who I wish to be.

I wish to be a woman,

True to myself.

Is that orange? Blue? Green? Yellow? Red? Or even purple?

Whatever the color,

I can only keep it to myself.

I wish not for my unsure heart,

To hold me back,

But I lack the courage to speak out,

All the same.

What color is courage? A shade of neon perhaps?

Whatever the color,

It is one I require.

I have been made aware,

Time and time again,

That my identity is my own,

And I need not pressure myself,

Only to let people know.

I agree with the sentiment,

With all my heart.

But alas!

I feel like a fleeing thief.

What color am I?

At the moment transparent, or clear.

I look forward to the day,

When I shall no longer be afraid,

To be dyed a bright color,

And have the honor to grace the color wheel,

With the persons,

Who were brave enough to reach there,

Before me.