They colored me pink,
Once they wiped me of red.
But on the inside I was blue,
And pink filled me with dread.
"She" "her" "daughter" they say,
But those labels didn't feel right.
The words echoed in my mind,
And as I whispered "boy" and held myself tight.
Pink shone bright to others
But all I could see was blue.
"Your to feminine to be a boy" they say.
And I couldn't help but think it was true.
