My First Pride
When the challenge asked for "vivid summer memory," I was immediately brought back to my first Pride...
Vulnerable, timid, scared. Still I tried
to stand up and stand out, act unafraid,
to show my face and celebrate at Pride:
First time the mayor allowed a parade.
.
We stood four hundred on that empty street,
cautious, nervous, brave, even still unsure
if bright June’s sun and summer’s heat
were the only obstacles we’d endure.
.
Old ladies peered through curtains pulled apart,
and more often than not, I swear they smiled.
That tiny city had one damn big heart
and into it, we queer ones slowly filed.
.
Decades of progress show Pride is worth the fuss;
We must help those still oppressed to walk with us.
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