you're allowed to be okay
as you're allowed to be not okay
you're allowed to smile
as you're allowed to frown
you're allowed to dream
as you're allowed to wish
you're allowed to cry
as you're allowed to keep it in
you're allowed to scream
even if it's only inside your head
you're allowed to do whatever the hell you want
as long as it's not against the law (maybe)
you're allowed to be happy

so, why can't you?

Purple soothes you when you feel stuck in confusion
Pink raps itself around you with warmth
Blue cools you down with its refreshing  cold breeze
Yellow shines on you to show who you really are
Red is a lush rose which resembles your beauty
And lastly all of the colors that make who you are.
~Soleil DeLorge~

Scavenger by very nature,
     And nuisance to those
     Who’d judge and propose
Only pessimism of this creature.

Though troublesome, in a sense,
     To instinct it’s bound,
     And blame confounds—
For its entirety mere innocence.

Lions, though great and proud, it aids—
     For in its small size
     And its meekness lies
True intent and respect others evade.

Despite the slightness it commands
     The large elephant
     Is fearful and can’t
Overcome what it doesn’t understand.

Viewed as disgusting, vile and weak
     Though when the time comes
     And all others run
I’ll scurry on, stand proudly, and squeak.

I can’t help who I am, all my truths that I reveal.
I’m an open coloring book. My thoughts are yours to steal.
My soul is inside out, can’t be anything but real.
My open heart is generous; not a wound that needs to heal

Stop thinking you’re not enough.
There’s different ways to be funny, different ways to be beautiful
And different ways your talent is expressed from within you

Stop thinking your not enough
Everyone got it rough
One way or another
We all came from a mother
Caused great pain to a mother

Begged for a lover
Just to become
Someone’s mother
Or someone’s father
And someone’s none of the above
Or someone’s other

But more or less someone’s.

Stop thinking your not enough
We all struck by diseases
We all praise some version of Jesus
Even those godless
Get goosebumps
And butterflies in their stomach
And seek purpose and wonder

We are all human
And at some point we
All turn fragile

And at some point we can tell each other we are not made of porcelain
And to be strong

Life’s a journey
but it’s not that long

I tell myself this
When I want to stop thinking
I’m not enough...

You don’t put on makeup you are a boy.
You don’t wear high heels you are a boy.
You can’t walk like that you are a boy.
Take off that nail polish, that is for girls.
Go out for football, or soccer, or baseball or something.
You need to do something manly.
If you don’t do anything manly then what are you doing here?
If I catch you putting on makeup again, then you are gone, you are out of this house, I will not have a gay son in my house.
What made you decide to be this way, I have always taught you the way of being a man, don’t stand a certain way.
Go out with a girl I have never seen you with a girlfriend.
When you get a wife you will respect her, treat her with kindness.
What if I want a boyfriend? Then you are no son of mine.
you will not get your hair dyed. You will not be a ****** under my roof, your mom allowed that stuff to go on, not me I will not stand for this.
You either straighten up and find a girlfriend or you will be put on the street, with no one to care for you, no one to help you, or until you come to your senses and come crawling back to ask for my forgiveness.
I will never forgive you.
I will never come crawling back like a dog begging for food.
I am who I am if you can’t accept that then you are no father.
I will not sit here and let you drag me down, downgrade me to nothing, and tell me how to live my life.
Telling me I have to do sports, telling me I have to love a girl to be a  guy.
Telling me that I am not your son if I don’t stand a certain way or walk with a little swag or manly walk.
I am still a man if I love another man.
I am still a man if I wear lipstick or lipgloss.
I am still a man if I am in touch with my feminine side.
I am still a man if I try on my mother’s clothes because I miss her and hate her for leaving me with a homophobic, pathetic excuse for a father.
I am me and if you want to throw me out, then throw me out, just know I will not be alone because unlike you I have friends that support and love who I am.
I have friends that will care for me and will not let me rot on the side of the street.
ARE YOU A BOY! Society wants you to stray in the shadow of a man.
They do not want you to be your own person, they despise that.
Now I’m not saying all of society is like this, but there is still part of society that is like this.
Do not be the person society wants you to be, do not be the equivalent of the man they want you to be. Be yourself, be your own man, be you.