Blue
She stormed into this naive world plastered in pink.
Pink ruled her world and demanded to be obeyed.
Pink barked orders and told her how to behave.
With every dress she wore her courage would shrink.
She was never herself because pink made her afraid.
She never knew what color she could truly be
Pink's crooked ways made her fear the reflection she would see.
But Pink made her keep up with this silly charade.
All she wanted was for the door to open but she needed the key.
She dreamt of a world where her heart would never ache,
a place where she would never feel Pink's silly hate.
But Blue held her hand and seemed so sweet,
and told her she could be who he wanted to be.
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Blue (Ftm)
PoetryThis poem is about gender dysphoria and growing up in a world that never allowed you to be who you truly wanted to be.
