The colour of my wallpaper as a child
Ambiguity specific to non conformity
The colour my parents chose for me
Months before Emma was the name that rolled out of mouths when they saw me
What a beautiful name for such a sweet little girl
You start to feel confused when you relate to the word ‘flower’ more than ‘girl’
And so comfortable in a dress
Yet so alien in ‘please select your gender and quickly’.
How can such a beautiful girl
turn out with hips shaped like the curve of the earth
and question marks in her eyes.
A yellow flower who can be grown in gardens
and bloom in the springtime.
For now I wrap myself in a cocoon of yellow wallpaper
And it seems to fit so perfectly
for a flower who’s edges are a little too