in the end, does it matter what color the flag is?

like, the color of my mic does not make it louder.

okay maybe in that way, but it ain't like we can change the world with face paint. 

...or...fuck it, could we?

maybe, just maybe, with a big enough brush and enough paint, we can swipe a streak across the whole damn culture.

like, of course it fn matters what color the flag is...people will follow a flag into a fusillade if it has the right color scheme.

...so maybe we make a mark they can't ignore, one their kids draw in the margins of their notebooks from memory and shove in their faces behind their backs.

make sure it's a color that sets off their alarm bells...big, bold, and bright.

this ain't no fn millennial beige...is it the exact opposite?

a color that may not even exist...or maybe it's just another shade of red.

it ain't...but fuck it, what's the truth anyway?

the facts are these: we decide what the truth is...together.

sometimes people get left out of that discussion...don't get a vote.

they say Rome was free except for the enslaved so maybe their perspectives just totally don't count...only the unpersons see it, so it doesn't exist right?

for most of history, it was very predictable who got left out of the canon creation collectives. the downtrodden. the visible minority. the women. the whimsical.

they stuck out like hot-pink graffiti in a world made grey.

they were targets. they were scapegoats. indeed, they were prey.

they were just like you and me, and so I wear them over my heart.

feminine energy? I mean, I guess if that's what you wanna see. those are your eyes.

gender talk is so weird and arbitrary, like tomorrow The Powers that Be could decide pink was a junior conservative red ideal for little boys and women hold up more than half the sky and deserve to wear its blue from birth and it would make just as much sense because it's all made tf up.

it's a human color...don't overthink this.

will say such a bright shade definitely showcases confidence...maybe I'm just not afraid to be seen, maybe it's an aposematic marking, a fluorescent warning sign.

in any case, you are forced to consider it. 

texts describe it as a peculiar mixture of red light and blue, point out you've never seen it in a rainbow--in the spectrum of visible light--so it's more a visual error message than a color...and that does make a certain kind of sense, about as narrow as a book.

so with that I guess the question is does our signature color even exist? 

can what I see appear in the eye of any beholder?

mf you tell me.

maybe we'll decide together, and leave them out of the discussion.

all power to The People.

--Flor!