My inner children's favorite colors
Are blue and pink
They are the direct connection
To my Metatron Cube
Blasted in black ink
The flow of energy
Rests on my sternum
Archangel Metatron
Is the best of me
During a Shuni practice
I envision blue and pink
Stimulating my nerves to stop
Calcium reflecting purple
Myosin and actin left with dignity
Relaxed and composed
I visualize Metatron in San Francisco
Golden Gate Park's chlorophyll
Is dangerous to nature
Half worn faded green beanie
Walking to the beat of his pulse
San Francisco Pride
Engulfed in rainbow fishnet tutus
Purple flowers
Orange electronic dancing
Mixed race held hands
Transgender men's confident scars
And a lot of matte black leather
Blue sky with various shaped clouds
Protecting blushing love
The universe knows
This is what humans are made of
Scent is lilac
Diversity is emerald
The collective celebrates
The feeling of freedom
Freedom tastes
Like an earthquake
Too humble to vibrate
Translucent concrete too smooth
Maroon friction is calm
Pride's gold-plated atmosphere
Celebrates the Stonewall Riots
June 28, 1969
Queer folks enrich Greenwhich Village
During the cobalt foggy early morning
Stonewall Inn was raided
Police officers strutted indigo pridefully
Invaded our ancestors
Our predecessors and allies
Took to the grey pebbled streets
LGBTQAI+ Greenwhich Village community
Gathered to riot
Against the New York Police Department
Thankful for the violet vibrant energy
Metatron inhales the sacrifice and courage
Exhales with love and compassion
Metatron's blue and pink halo
Encompasses his identity
The legacy of Metatron's top surgery
Will never be forgotten
About the Creator
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