“It is a Violet!”, The doctor says.
“It is an Indigo!”, The doctor says.
The doctor pulled me out to this world.
He declared my life sentence.
Why did he get to decide?
In a life of black and white, you only see Indigo and Violet.
What if I am a Violet in an Indigo’s body?
What if I am an Indigo in a Violet’s body?
Whatever you do not understand you label.
Whatever you do not accept you tolerate.
I was raised as an Indigo.
I see myself Violet.
I know myself Violet.
Father, would you see me as I am?
Mother, would you love me as I am?
About the Creator
Asiya
Asiya is my Sufi name given to me by Sherif Papa, my spiritual guide. I was born in Cairo, Egypt. I am a spoken word poet. I love writing short stories. Feel free to email
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