Purple

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and the text:

I grew up pretending to be blue.

Pretending to be Apollo with his sky’s hue.

Daddy’s favourite. Because maybe...

...maybe if I stole a leaf from a man’s book,

I could become the things I took.

Not queer as one as they 'mistook'?

But I’m not him and that’s not me,

so I threw myself at red.

Queer as blood. Dense as lead.

Unmoving anger that flung me there,

burning passion inside my head,

that ate me up and left me dead,

a shell used up, naked and bare,

and I twisted,

queered,

unbecame the expectation,

and embraced the fault,

became the in/between,

unman,

unwoman,

thing,

I named myself whole.

With incantations that roll,

off my tongue with spit,

off my pen with inks,

and became the hex, the jinx.

And as for what Apollo stole,

who cares what that fucker thinks.

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