Rainbow-Child

You dye your hair black because
you don’t want them to know

You wear what’s conventional
fearing that you will be shunned

You swallow your words because
they are not ready for the truth

You stay inside the box because
not everyone loves surprises

Can you feel the wind brushing
against your skin despite the lack
of light?

It calls you, and your heart patters.
Darling, the world knows you’re here,
and it needs you to color it back to life.

You’re the only one. Rainbow-child,
come out and start a revolution.

Color everything you touch.

Note: The first draft of this poem was made last February 12, 2016. I actually forgot about the existence of this poem already, until today. Accidentally unearthed it while I was aimlessly rummaging through my files. I dedicate this poem for those who are in hiding. It’s time, darlings.
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