Sometimes it feels like the rainbow I am
Is too many colors.
I’m not all the colors every day, you know.
Red lipstick
Orange crop top
Yellow backpack
Green collared golf shirt
Blue sequins
Purple floral button-down
That’s a lot of things to be all in one day
But yet when others look at my rainbow
I can’t help but see that they’re trapped
In some fabricated complexity
Yes I am all the colors
Yes it’s real, yes it’s true
But some days I’m red
And some days I’m blue!
It’s as simple as that
And why can’t they see
That choosing a spectrum
Just means that I’m free
I finally have all the colors I need to paint for you all
The person I see
So hey, hi, yes
I make art, I hate cops
And I tutor chem
I love dinos and stickers
I’m Sydo
they/them
