I am not a color

I am the white canvas

I am the glue for the inspiration

Color sticks to me and creates me

Another blank canvas enters

Bigger, stronger

Presses down on me

I am not a washed-up canvas

Blue over pink

You know what I think?

I think the world needs color

I think the world needs pink

Why am I pink?

Why isn’t a flower beautiful?

Fallacy phallus-y

Why does the big white canvas tell me what color I can be?

Why do the pink canvases tell pink what shade it has to be?

Intersectionality

Down with the patriarchy

I will not be controlled, I will not be defined

I am not a color

I am a voice, an identity

Crying, weeping

I believe in more than one color, more than one definition

If I cannot be free than whom can I be?

Women, men, races, taste this

Feel the color, feel the canvas

You are the canvas