Rainbow Reality

Welcome to a multicolored story,

A tale of tales not to be admonitory.

Our story stars a young man,

Let’s commence and see how it began.

Twenty some odd years ago, a boy was born in a Southern breeze,

An unfamiliar image many locals have yet to see.

Blundering red erythrocytes vivaciously encircling new life,

With parents envisioning their boy to never live with strife.

He grew older and wiser in the Volunteer State,

Which gleamed with fluorescent orange as he tried to integrate.

The tides seemed to teeter, an unbalanced brain?

His yellow light diminished, while family no longer toasted champagne.

His green eyes reflected the effervescence of the mountainscape,

Seeing a Southern condemnation which gripped him like adhesive tape.

He graduated with honors, draped in bundles of blue cords,

Not noticing hemorrhages he acquired by deflecting rainbow swords.

Although the color purple didn’t seem to be his shade,

It completed a vision of the flag that never seemed to fade.

He is represented by colors that require a specific order,

Without such sequence, they’d attempt to fix a conversion disorder.

How can an arrangement of colors, not noticed by some,

be a firing catapult of aggression which makes him numb?

No longer having the privilege to choose a favorite color,

Since at birth his veins pulsed with brilliant technicolor.

Some will mistake his name for ROY G. BIV,

but never forget his Pride for which he chose to live.