Yellow, orange and red.
maybe it is all in my head.
You tell me its okay to be gay,
but your judgement leads me a stray.
I see the colours of pride surround me,
but after this month I can no longer be.
A false hope of support and love,
seeking answers from above.
Violet, indigo and blue.
It is through this false identity that I grew.
Further and further away for you.
You left me beneath the shadows, in the dark
and now your scar leave a heavy mark.
The colours of pride show in six,
But your prejudice throws deep kicks.
Heavy, I feel it in my gut.
Like salt stings in a cut.
Fours weeks allows us to let down our guard. Thankful for a society that tries really hard, but deeply routed in history leaves this community jarred.
We have labeled it pride month which is a progressive start, yet my place in the world is deeply routed in your heart.
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