Story of the 7 colors they denied me.

I am the words from a different draft,

Lies folded like a deceitful swan being craft.

I am adorned with jewels of cold, snowy memories,

They decorate 7 of my personalities.

7 sins birthed me,

7 sisters tried to set me free.

7 sisters paved 7 imperfect paths my way,

I didn't know what to do,

so I painted them by day.

In agony, they drowned me in 7 blue oceans trying to get the color off of me,

It wasn't easy, so they burnt me in 7 pyres.

Praying away my Gay, they sang an angelic choir.

Unbent, unbroken, unhurt, unlearnt,

Unlearnt, the 7 secrets they told me.

Me, a mare result of 7 catastrophes.

On the 7th day of my exile,

My 7 chakras aligned.

Found 7 elements, 7 truths, 7 of my realities.

So I wear them on my sleeve,

The colors of violent, Indigo, Blue and green, yellow, orange, red.

Long gone are the dreadful blues of my soul,

Shed 7 layers of lies off of my skin.

I dance with my colors,

Living my endless summer.