Natalia García Bonilla
It was
primary colour,
principal colour
associated
to the intensity
to the
fruit of passion
the fiery red or the infernal red.
He had
fallen in love
with the purity
and delicacy.
He fell in
love with a neutral
that was
married with the black
that kept her
prisoner
in the yin
and yang,
in the
footsteps of zebra, and did not allow her to pass.
Their
children were grey,
prisoners
of hardships with few joys to tell.
They wanted
to cut impurities without more,
they wanted
laugh days and did not have darkness
anymore.
The red in
a picture invited the white to dance
and white
proposed to red a leak to a range of happiness.
White
abandoned black and his damn darkness
that kept her
prey of fear and insecurity.
White and
red were married and a “very special” pink was born,
because people
called it a girl for the reason of that stupid social code.
It felt
like a boy and it did not want to be anything else
than what
he felt in his heart,
even though
others did not understand that there is free choice.
Thank you for picking up an issue that needs to be discussed, but is still a taboo in many circles. Thanks for being brave enough to open up a discussion on sexual identity!
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