in a workshop i wrote
about a boy who kissed me
after i told him not to.
in the piece i called
admitting that i was
kissed without permission
seemed so much easier
than not misgendering myself
in front of fifty people.
what happens when i no longer like your pink, sweet, version of me you’ve curated?
what would happen if i erased all colour completely?
no, i’m not talking about choosing blue over pink or yellow or green
“gender neutral” clothing isn’t any shade on the colour wheel
i’m talking about if i never associated the colour pink with femininity
and blue with masculinity
and yellow and green with “gender neutrality”
what if my life was just void of colour?
like if i were to say i didn’t feel like a girl nor a boy
nor the brief possibility of both
i just feel
like that grey space in between the most diluted shades on the colour wheel
would you still force me to call myself “daughter”?
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