I not afraid

Of true colors




Truth is, there once was a time

When I didn’t even know

What they were

I thought, with anger and disposition

Towards flying off into profane attacks

Pollack would be shamed

Instead I painted a withering rose

Swept into the sewers by the slightest rain


Time changed me

Patience, it rearranged me

And now, all the flares and confused faces

They can’t shame


My true colors

On this spectrum is where I’ll live and die

Because for a world that never cared

For me, why should I lie?

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