A plea, a promise

We are not free until we are all free

By Erin BorstPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

My pride is not yours to take

Streets run red with blood you make

Ridiculous rules that drown my voice

My golden passion is my choice

My friends in arms, our arms are linked

Green gas tears feel thicker than ink

Feel the pain my brethren share

Black boots stomp by, we gasp for air

I won't stand by, ignore this fight

My life is grey while wrong is right

My love is pure, my heart is beating

Ignored white dress I dream of needing

Your attention is fleeting, I'm just one girl

But destroy my rainbow?

I'll destroy your whole world.

I enjoy alliteration and repetition

Rhyming, ranting, and ambition

I sing songs I make up on the spot

I tell tales of trinkets I like a lot

I love to look to the moon while my head's in a cloud

I'm a chemist, a writer, a lover, and proud

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