Violet my blue stripes with pink

Violet my blue stripes with pink

I am not your boi or your gurl

I am T to the T’s

So, let that thought sink;

Let it go between the lines of my heart

Between point sharp drops of the emerald pins

Between the waves and shores

Between my fingers and toes...

Like water blue lines for my pink sunset

To the white traps of cloth holding my breath

Only trapped we are free.

Who would ever thought that?

I am willing to hurt if through thorns to the light

Trapped by blues with your pinks

And wrapped up with your whites;

I am willing but only if by the end free

Free to protect others, free to live,

Free to be me.

Violet my blue stripes with pink,

I’m not your boi or your gurl

I’m the T to the T’s

I’m the missed puzzle piece

Let that sink.