A nonbinary poem
Purple is often misunderstood
People confuse it with pink or blue
They cannot comprehend change
The synthesis of something new

Purple has been picked to pieces
Analyzed with Pantone paint chip cards
The public is vexed, this defiance of ***
Twirled around by color guards

They say that violet delights have violent ends That from this “choice,” there’s no return
But they’re the ones who set us aflame
And we, in their triumph, burn

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