as much as the guilt trip that you went spiralling down, they’ve always been my comfort zone
I’ve always loved chocolates with all my heart
the other day I unwrapped a kinder joy egg after 7 years, and with it the
emotions that were lying raw and dormant from childhood
a childhood, that if anything, was completely protected
when I walked into the local grocery store alone
I was presented with two options
a conventional blue which would feature toys like superheroes and cars
and a conventional pink with fairies and rainbows
these chocolates had been a core memory of my initial years of school
as liberated as I had felt when I realised I was more independent than before
was how numbingly choking it felt to learn that all my life choices could’ve
been dictated through this piece of chocolate
maybe it was this wrapper that defaulted my brain to understand that I was a girl who liked flowers
what if it were these hues that defined who I am today
what if I had had the power to make my own yellow to colour those eggs
and it was then that I realised
that these shades of pink and blue don’t only affect profit churning corporates
but those who’ll sit in them in another two decades
making the same labels that governed them
when they were unwrapping the same toys at 6 years old
