Coloring Outside the Lines

First,

I was pink-

The softness of a petal;

The glow of a sunrise;

The calm of a sunset;

The sweetness of cotton candy;

Pink, and nothing else.

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Then,

I considered blue-

The velocity of the ocean;

The depth of the sky;

The coolness of mints;

The whispers of the wind;

Blue, but it just wasn't true.

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However,

I hoped to be purple-

The savoriness of a plum;

The majesty of royals;

The beauty of violets;

The freedom of a butterfly;

Purple, somewhere in between.

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But at the time,

We just weren't known;

I had to face the "truth."

No one could be purple-

Only pink or blue-

And I didn't even get to choose.

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So Pink I was,

At least outside,

But it just didn't feel right.

I dressed in black;

I hid my myself-

Shoved into a box not mine.

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Not so far off,

Not too far down the line,

I looked around;

I figured out

There lie some other colors-

They were simply divine!

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Purple fit,

Just differently-

Alongside a few others.

White like fresh snow;

Grey like mist;

Black like space;

I finally found a place.

Knowing this,

I looked around,

And found others like myself.

We shared this flag;

We all belonged;

But something still felt... off.

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I knew this was me,

But how could it be

That I still felt confined?

The box around me,

Breaking down,

My true colors still undefined.

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Later on,

I stumbled upon

A discovery so profound-

Asexuality is still me,

But what about the binary?

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Pink or blue-

Which is true?

The option can be yours.

But those of us,

Others like myself,

Just don't fit like most do.

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So, pink or blue?

Or something else

I thought we couldn't be?

But yes we can!

A whole rainbow of sorts,

Just waiting to be seen.

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I searched around the pile,

Trying to find my name.

Uncovering one after another,

Until finally,

There it was!

With a touch of green,

This time.

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Black as my clothes;

Grey as a goose;

Green as a grasshopper;

Grey as a storm;

Black as my heart;

I finally found my flag.

Not pink-

Not blue-

But something true,

Beyond the box not mine.

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With this revelation,

I had some work to do.

I tossed away the breaking remains

Of the pink box I had lived through.

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I crafted a new one-

With green;

With purple;

With black and white and grey-

If I had to live in any box,

This time it'd be my way.

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I'm happier now;

I've found myself;

I'm living life like me.

As it turns out,

Unearthing my true colors

Absolutely set me free.

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