
My True Colors
were hidden under the skin.
A mask worn
to cover up the sin.
Rainbows
appear after it rains.
And mine
appeared
after the tears
shed down my face.
I am…
I am…
I am not who you want me to be.
Your True Colors
were hidden behind platitudes.
A mask worn
in public
to cover up what is within.
Hatred
will always
reveal itself.
And your true colors
don’t blend well with mine.
You are…
You are…
You are not who I wish you to be.
In the past,
True Colors
fought for space
in a world
that didn’t celebrate differences
but condemned
those who were different.
Battle scars
appeared on my heart.
And my True Colors
were hidden
again.
A game
of hide-and-seek
with my True Colors
had to be played.
Shared
only with those worthy.
Hidden
from those who hate.
Shared
with friends.
Hidden
from family.
A whirlwind
of bright colors
and dull hues
that came out
a messy
clump
of dirt.
Today,
True Colors
shine brightly.
Brighter than
the shade of gray
where your hate
wilts
alone.
Hate is not pretty.
But love…
Love
is beautiful.
My True Colors
Yellow
White
Purple
Black
are beautiful.
My True Colors
Pink
Yellow
Light Blue
are joyful.
Our True Colors
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Purple
A full rainbow
cannot
be hidden.
Shall not
be silenced.
Will not
be drowned out
by the weakness
of your
gray
heart.
As your True Colors
fade
into the night sky.
Our True Colors
wave in the wind
full of beauty
and pride.



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