Rainbow at Heart
Honoring those who are forgotten at the stroke of midnight, July 1st.
The parade dies at midnight,
gone far too young.
the streets fall silent
and the streamers come down.
It is a callback to war-
a pilgrimage of broken souls
who saw it all coming;
It's the end of an era,
An empty field
with grass tinted red
and sprinkled with confetti.
Then there are the chameleons,
and we remember why lions
are the ones called a "Pride".
The ones that can't hide fight.
The ones that can't hide
celebrate with a shattering roar.
It is beyond the parade
that we remember all of us ,
our community-wide and ongoing struggles.
Today, we take a moment of silence for those
who are dragged back
into the black and white in chains
when the rainbows fade.
We remember the A's, B's, and P's.
We remember the erasure,
the struggle for belonging.
We remember the Two-Spirits.
“What? Two-Spirits? I’ve never heard of that!”
We remember the Two-Spirits.
We remember,
because the world does not.
Being out in the world beyond the parade
is dangerous, of course.
But there is a different danger in being the passing,
The forgotten,
The “safe”.
The danger of asking yourselves
“Would I rather it be obvious and people call me slurs,
or kill me in the streets,
or bask in my lonely safety net?”
Because it is exactly that.
Lonely.
Because you know who you are,
and you are proud,
but the world is a different story.
And you get used to it,
but then you remember the high.
The euphoria of the parade
where people understood you,
and you didn’t have to raise your shield
above your face and cower.
Nobody sees the rainbow,
Behind the black and white barrier.
We, the passing,
were the ones in the back of the parade.
We, the closeted,
were the ones making sure
we could even get to the parade,
sneaking through back-alleys filled with thorns
for a chance at color.
Remember them,
and hold them in your pride.
Remember the rainbow at heart.
About the Creator
Lizzy Rose
Hello! I'm Lizzy, a poet and fiction/fantasy writer. I've been creating fiction since I was a child, making up and acting out stories. I started writing my stories when I was 9, and poetry when I was 11!
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Comments (3)
I love that you mention the CisHet passing
A great piece! The world still has some growing up to do, that's for sure!
This was fantastic!