The Color of Royalty

When I was a little girl,

And the teacher asked me my favorite color,

I didn't hesitate to say "Purple," In the most excited voice I could muster,

"Just like my daddy!"

Purple, like my backpack, and all of my notebooks.

When I was twelve,

And my father asked me why I was so boy crazy,

I didn't hesitate to tell him i love girls too,

Just like my big brother.

Purple, like the stripe between pink and blue on the bisexual flag.

When I "became a woman",

And my mother asked me how I felt,

I didn't hesitate to express concern,

Why did my body have to be like this?

Purple, like the blooming violet inside my body that I just wished would wither away.

When I was in high school,

And everyone asked me what I wanted to be,

I hesitated. I struggled.

Purple, like the dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep that followed me wherever I roamed.

When I became an adult,

And my lover asked me to be hers,

I didn't hesitate to say yes,

Because I knew that there was no future for me without her.

Purple, like the soft glow of light in my heart I feel whenever i think of her.

When I think about who I am now,

And I ask myself why it took me so long to realize who I am,

I don't hesitate to say I am who I am today because of the lessons I learned as a princess, to become a king.

Purple, like the heads held high upon glittering amethyst balconies.