Everyone's born like an egg,
We spend our lives trying to break from the shell,
To free ourselves, to become us.
Some peoples shells are pink,
And they come out that way,
And others come out blue or purple or...
empty, colourless, neither pink or blue,
or grey or any hue.
That's me...I left my safe little shell,
I left my pink home,
Expecting to stay me, and I became beutiful,
Colourless and colourful,
A kalaedoscope of beauty and pain and sadness,
It's an allegory for growing up and descovering you were trans, not my fave but I enjoyed writing!