what world the world do if I became magenta and
did crazy things
like spelled my name with the wrong vowel and talked frank with adults about how they should’ve known better

stood my ground, once I’d pledged allegiance to them more times than they deserved

wore a ponytail and an orange romper while taking people’s photograph when they didn’t act kind

busted them, even though nobody’d care

what would the world do if I surrounded myself, finally, with other logical people