THESE are my colors.
These. Are. My. Colors.
Not just stripes on a flag.
Not just fabric in the wind.
These are survival stories stitched into light.
These are resistance wrapped in radiance.
These are the colors of my becoming.
These are my colors—
and I won’t dim them for your comfort.
I won’t mute them for your doctrine.
I won’t bleach them with your fear.
These are my colors.
The red of every time I bled truth.
The orange of every flame that tried to consume me—
but couldn’t.
The yellow of joy that refuses to apologize.
The green of growth they said would never happen.
The blue of my breaking—and my rebuilding.
The purple of my royalty—
crowned not by conformity, but by courage.
These are my colors.
They were never yours to erase.
They were never yours to question.
They were never yours to straighten out.
These are my colors.
Worn in defiance.
Worn in dignity.
Worn like a war cry and a whisper all at once.
These are my colors.
When I walk into a room—
I bring every hue of holy with me.
When I speak—
my truth doesn’t ask for your permission.
When I love—
my love echoes freedom, fierce and free.
These are my colors.
For every closet I outgrew.
For every name I reclaimed.
For every prayer I whispered, hoping I wasn’t alone—
and discovering a whole rainbow chorus saying:
“We see you. We’ve got you. You belong.”
These are my colors.
Made of laughter that rose from pain.
Of beauty they tried to bury.
Of hope that kept blooming
even in the cracks.
These are my colors.
And I won’t hide them.
I won’t shrink them.
I won’t trade them for a seat at a table
that was never meant for someone like me to shine at.
These are my colors.
Louder than shame.
Brighter than fear.
Bolder than hate.
These are my colors.
Say it with me now—
These are my colors.
Say it like freedom—
These are my colors.
Say it like pride—
These are my colors.
Say it like your whole self is welcome here—
These. Are. My. Colors.
And now—go.
Go now—
Clothed in your colors.
Wrapped in every radiant thread of your truth.
Not just seen—celebrated.
Not just accepted—affirmed.
Go now—
With glitter in your soul and courage in your stride.
With joy that’s contagious
and love that’s louder than fear.
Go now—
And take up space.
Speak your name with boldness.
Tell your story like it matters—because it does.
Walk like the world is lucky to have you—because it is.
Go now—
For these are your colors.
Woven from survival.
Stitched with pride.
Unapologetically yours.
Go now in Pride.
Go now in Power.
Go now in Peace.
And may your colors paint the world more free.
