Ebb and flow
Trials come and go
We are different as can be
Pride I am simply proud to be
Point and shout life is all about
Show up here only to be called queer
Saved by grace pain is only a taste
At the pulpit spew the hate we knew
In time accepted as tolerance grew
The colors of the flag proud and true
Much to know we still have far to go
We must love and exude joy along the way
Pride we must have for every single day
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Gregory Anderson
I am a writer and filmmaker director & author. Writing has always been a passion for me. I wrote and directed a play called “The Rosary” which traveled around for a few years. My book “Poetic steps in time and season” is available online
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