what colour is the soul?

You're presented with two colours: yellow and green.

"But what if neither colour is me?"

You're pink or you're blue. One must be you.

"But what if I'm more of an aquamarine?"

In reality, all you see are shades of grey,

But they tell you it's colour; it's meant to be this way.

The dullness is numbing, your mind is a mess,

"Why can't I wear a suit? Why do I have to wear a dress?"

Too many why's, too many but-what-if's.

Too many lies, too many

Too many lies.

Not enough real answers.

Again and again, we ask why

Only to be met with deafening silence.

Time after time, we question our colours

While colourless cowards chock it up to science.

Your yellow and green is black and white.

We don't belong there.

Your pink and blue are binary.

We don't belong there.

We belong among the brilliant hues of sunsets,

The lights only seen up north and down south.

Among the rainbows you force into shades of grey,

We demand to be seen.

We demand to be heard.

We are not binary.

We are not black or white.