I owned a crayon box, I drew the sun with yellow, the grass with green
Boys with blue and girls with pink;
I see no other thing than just colors in crayons
Colors represent emotions and identity, I didn't know what to think.
Pigs with skins of pink aren't all girls,
The Earth with oceans of blue is called a Mother;
The person who taught me pink is for me is just my father.
There is so much more to identity
They are not in a box of crayons or the assigned side of our genders;
You can't tell girls who to marry, and you can't tell boys what to feel
I am mad at those who ridicule identity to become a trend setter.
You can color a girl with green, and a boy with bright colors
The sky isn't always blue, it's not always about the prince and princess;
The stigma against identity and sexuality is what makes us bats in our caves, it's something I can't resist.
It's so easy to hide, but it'd be hard for me to move around
Countless ignorant trends took my identity from me and mop it around the floor;
I put back the crayons in my crayon box, I tape my identity to the walls
I color my identity as the yellow sun, the blue sea, and the red flowers.
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Poems From Puerto Verde
PoetryDuring this pandemic, we find more time removing each layer of our identity. The deeper we look out our windows, more stars appear. Our hair grows longer and longer. Everyday is spent like a time loop. As Milan Kundera says in "The Unbearable Lightn...
