One day at school my mother made me wear

a white skirt, and a ruffled shirt

now-

Let me paint you the picture,

There is nothing wrong with outdated fashion trends

or, forcing your believes on your children -but

I dont want to be another person

filled to the brim with pink paint

That follow the black-on-white principle of the color culture,

Their shady hierarchy

I dont want to see pink or blue

I want to see orange, purple, yellow

I want to see red

I want so much more than this world dares

This world does not want to see new colors

It want to see pink, in pinker nuances

The same play

Different wig, different actor, same message

Matthew 6:6 reads,

Be color correct, offical before you're correct privatly

Gunshot goes boom

Shot on the street if you dare to admit to color blindness

I dont see gender,

I dont see ability

I dont see fashion

Damn, I sit proudly for I am

Colorblind to the lables we enforce on our-

-selves.

The labels that my mother has filled my lungs with.

So I walk to school in my white skirt -

that by the way,

is to short to be pratical and to short

for a girl who swears and sweat

And my ruffled shirt,

that my friends say I acctually look feminine in,

since femeninity is all about the feet of cotton

you choose to wear on

which fertile body part

-And all day I spew pink color all over my pretty clothes

Just they way things are meant to be,

Right?

Beacuse we are colorblind to what comes

Out of us,

As long as it all matches the color spectrum.