Blue
they said they wanted a boy
blue were painted on all my toys
my clothes sewn with the cold
with the cold tones of the color wheel
trying to ensure i would fit the mold
barbies were my enemies
pink looked was disgusting
yet as I grew older the sky and i turned to frenemies
the pink sky held high regards
the events of a dark day
were the start to a new mirage
who was i? i asked
scared by the confusion it cast
they said they wanted a boy
blue were painted on all my toys
my clothes sewn with the cold
with the cold tones of the color wheel
trying to ensure i would fit the mold
barbies were my enemies
pink looked was disgusting
yet as I grew older the sky and i turned to frenemies
the pink sky held high regards
the events of a dark day
were the start to a new mirage
who was i? i asked
scared by the confusion it cast
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