All my life I have lived purple
As gay as I could be.
My whole childhood was a hurdle.
I loved dolls; I was three.
I didn’t care what people see
Time I learned, I was ten.
Won’t you please tell me when to breathe.
I’m more broke than I’ve ever been.
Started dancing to my own tune.
Out the ground, I’m in bloom.
I am staring up at the moon,
Above the dust and gloom.
Spreading my wings, I start to croon.
I know who I can be.
The dark and gray is gone so soon.
Violet shine. I’m free.
For a video performance of this ballad visit this link - https://youtu.be/QkddSGzCMIY
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Michael King
My name is Michael King and I am currently living in Pueblo, CO. I enjoy writing, television, movies, and video games as well. I try to seek joy in the finer things of life and that's why I am here.
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