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
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.