Rest now Bandana

Pride month, you left so quick.

A streak of many colors cast in the light.

To those who had awaited you,

You gave them power and right.

For thirty short lived days,

Pride month brought forth a craze.

and many mixed emotions,

like Fear, Disgust, and Praise.

To many a man like me,

Our colors could surely vex.

For myself a simple bandana,

pride worn closely around my neck.

A year it sat in waiting,

lay Draped, displayed by shelf,

A proud little relic,

A semblance of my inner self.

May thirty-first arrives,

in the washer it may be,

Cause come the next day,

My neck it shall not leave.

For thirty days for sure,

The world could see my pride,

The light of many colors

usually trapped inside.

But now dear June is over,

July 1st is here! It's time!

To lay the pride to rest,

And wait another year

for the month I consider best.

Rest now, my colors, my bandana,

back to your place upon my shelf.

Till once again is needed.

My pride in and of itself.