
Don’t put me in your colour coded category.
I live in a world that is free to blend and mix and move, to shape and contour the lines of my existence.
The world around me tries to put me in a box, place me in a mould, put me in a tray only to be stored away, in a colour coded category.
I am free to love, free to exist, free to express, free to accept that I move with no boundaries.
I have range, I have depth, I have options.
Don’t put me in your colour coded category.
Defined by my skin colour, defined by pink, purple and red, but I’d rather be dead if I couldn’t feel the other colours in the rainbow.
Yellow for energy, black for pain, blue for sadness and also for rain, “it’s a simple concept so don’t question it’s motives.”
To be different is bad they say, fall in line this way, be the same person everyday, the world will accept you more if they can predict the colours that define you.
These colours define me before I take my first breath, before I take my first step, before I speak my first word, before I’ve decided who I want to be.
Don’t put me in your colour coded category.
Colour does not tick boxes or file names, colour does not restrict and contain my inner child from loving its freedom.
I am free to love, free to exist, free to express, free to accept that I move with no boundaries.
I have range, I have depth, I have options.
Don’t put me in your colour coded category.
Colour speaks to me in a language I can’t explain, with words that cannot detain the potential of my existence.
I move, I sing, I dance, I take up space in a colour they say was not designed for me.
The world as we know it shatters every time I redefine my colour coded category.
If you show me your colours as I show you mine, we’ll watch the colours bleed as our souls intertwine.
Tell me I’m one thing but I feel another, orange, brown, white can never cover the colour that runs through my veins.
Blessed to be broken, blessed to be exiled, blessed to know that the best art is created outside the lines.
I am a limitless combination of colour, a walking political statement to whoever is offended by the bold colours that I have chosen.
Only I can define the colours I would like to be so don’t put me in your colour coded category.
About the Creator
Kimran Mahal
A creative. Whatever that means.




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