In finding her rainbow

Young girl! Were you made of black, grey and white?

Trained to fit in, with no happiness in sight?

A young girl who played sports, and with barbie dolls too

Imaginary friends - holding fantasy and reality together like glue

Pop music, and crushes on girls, and on boys. Can’t be determined by her choices in toys

To the teenager allies

with hearts blue … and confused like stormy skies

Unsure of herself, Was she loving in lies?

Young girl you must know, How quickly the seasons can change;

green leaves to white snow

Matters of love, can come in a range

In, releasing her desire to control

Finds her true purpose and fire in her soul

Orange flames, burn hot embers, and coal

Red tongue flickers in the night hours, she’s whole

When she realized she consists of silver glittery cosmos, gold stars, and metallic

bright purple

There is nothing ones could say to deter her

And though she may doubt herself

too quiet and humble, Or honest and mellow?

could I be more like pastels baby blue and soft yellow?

Young woman you were never meant to live as one solid hue

Like oil and water creating a thin-film interference

Don’t be conditioned to love, based only on one experience

30 years old, I wish you had realized there had always been a rainbow inside.

For the little girl, and the teenage girl, and the grown woman who now lives in her pride.