Out of Love

Closets are meant for coat hangers and a fancy dress,

Not for children afraid of parents who never address

The rainbow aura bursting from beneath the depths

Of their mind, where they only hold heart eyes

For partners just like them.

Flags are meant to be raised out of pride,

So why do some feel like they need to hide

Their colorful banners of unity and love

That don’t seem to fit the black and white mold

Of our land of the free.

While homeless gay youth are overlooked, begging

To see a rainbow after this constant storm, hoping

For acceptance in the form of a wedding ceremony.

Each sexuality upon the many colored flags,

Is a soldier fighting out of love.