True Colors

 

So now, I am vile, disrespectful,
And crass to the core,
Because I’ve dared to speak with fire
And refused to take your hits anymore.

Is this what you call my "True Colors"?
As if I was always this way,
No longer the good, moral kid
Who stayed quiet and walked away.

Did you think grace was a lifetime sentence,
A duty to be gentle, no matter how deep the cut?
Even when you dragged me through the dirt,
When you pulled me down and tore me apart.

Did you forget how I was once nurturing,
How I stood with you when you had no one else?
Did you not see the care I gave so freely,
The love I poured when you were a broken shell?

But if even sunlight holds seven colours,
Why must I be trapped in one shade?
If I can be calm and serene like blue,
Then I can blaze fiercely as red, unafraid.

For there’s divinity in my light,
It shines through every hue I show,
Whether tender or tough, soft or severe—
Each colour reflects how my spirit can grow.

So, call it my "True Colors" if you must,
I won't apologize for raising my voice.
If defending myself means embracing each shade,
Then I’ll shine in every tone by choice.

My strength was never a mask to hide,
It was always there, beneath the surface.
And if you call this darkness, then fine—
I'll wear it proudly because I know my purpose.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse