After The Parade
Surface levels of acceptance.
Faded.
Silenced by the underlying currents of misunderstanding
Prompts to embrace me
Stored away in silent places
Awaiting in hidden corridors, until the next engagement
When will I experience the truth?
Unity guided by the freedom of being free
Faded.
Paraded momentarily, celebrated halfheartedly
Discarded annually
The illusionary anthem of acceptance
Do you hear the beat, in the streets?
Faded.
Amongst the marchers beside me
In an orchestrated demonstration
I am a singular entity
Faded.
No place in this world do I ever belong
Before, during, and after the parade
I march alone
Faded.
About the Creator
QUEENKI
IAMQUEENKI.
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