In the quiet of the soul’s deep night,
Lies a spectrum painted bright.
Shades of identity softly blend,
In hues that neither break nor bend.

A whisper against the binary tide,
Where the heart and mind reside.
Seeking truth in colors anew,
Beyond the pink, beyond the blue.

Each day is a brushstroke, bold and free,
On the canvas of what it means to be.
In the mirror, a reflection speaks,
Of journeys traveled, of peaks and creaks.

Let the world see this vibrant art,
Crafted from the depths of the heart.
Embracing all that one can be,
In the dance of identity, wild and free.