this color that stains me will not shame me. i was born with it coursing through me. you will not scare me into being silent. i will fight till we have all the rights we should have had in the first place. i will stand up tall, my colors painted on my face, stripe after stripe after stripe and raise my fist. i will raise my fist and stand my ground and yell. i will yell till i am heard because i refuse to stay silent. this is my life, and you will not choose who i love. i will not allow you to push me back into a closet. you do not deserve my forgiveness, and you will never have it. my love is not a choice, and it will not be mocked. it will not be mocked, nor fetishized, nor something for you to decide. my love will not be caged by some close minded people. i will love who i choose to, and you will not change that. i, a girl, am in love with other girls. i kiss girls and date them because i love them. love is blind, and if you really think my love is wrong, you too, must be blind.
i was born with this color in my veins, coursing, pulsing, and speeding, and will not allow you to wash it out.
YOU ARE READING
in my veins
Historia Cortathese colors that stain me will not shame me. i was born with them, and i will love each and every color uniquely.
