For years, I was pink, at least that's what they said
Though it never really seemed right, spinning in my head
Dolls and frills and daffodils, not really my thing
I more enjoyed the boyish things, and the smiles they would bring
They put my hair in curls and they dressed me up in lace
I always wanted overalls, they helped me feel in place
Being raised as pink, but always feeling blue
I never was an outcast, for no one really knew
It took me years to figure out exactly how I felt
I thought I could never be myself, until I looked for help
There were more like me, somewhere in between
Never feeling right, feeling lost, unseen
I finally felt at home, I finally felt okay
I knew that someday soon, I wouldn't be afraid
Years gone by, living life with medicine and needles,
Surgeries and therapy, no longer feeling feeble
It all makes sense, it all came true
I'm no longer someone pink, forever feeling blue
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