Your favorite color will be green
Not a tomboy
But a boy of expectations
Not pretty or wispy enough for pink.
Blocks and paints
Of all the colors
Free to choose:
Pink or Blue
But not you.
I knew I was a girl.
It didn’t stick.
I tried it on,
It wasn’t blue.
I tried it.
Green would have to do.
Resigned to green
A camouflage
Not olive drab
But neon, Kelly,
LOOK AT ME!
No don’t
But maybe, please?
If I can be the sun,
A sunset brewed in vibrant washes?
Warm summer sun
As seen through resting eyes?
Then look.
I’ll take them all,
See life as light
A prism, broken into beauty.
Broken into the colors I will be.
I’ll be them all.
But not just green.
About the Creator
J.D. Rose
J.D. Rose (she/her) is an artist and author. She got her start in awful rhyming poetry as a child and has since expanded her horizons to the world of novels, short stories, essays, and even the ocassional awful poem that doesn't rhyme.
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