Rainbow

I’m told I look pretty in pink; that it

offsets my ocean eyes, shaping my blue

to crystals that splash stronger than the hue

I was born with. I’m told pink stands out, that

it strokes the lines from my spine to my feet

painting streaks of magenta over and through

my skin. I’m told I should continue to

wear pink, to be a sight hard to forget.

But all I see are rich tones of brown, running

past my hands as I scale trees and storm seas.

I see navy pinched with gold that’s spinning

heroes and villains across the night skies.

I see a whole world of colors aglow,

and although I love pink, I’m best dressed rainbow.