The Antique Rainbow Hand [La Main Arc-En-Ciel Antique]

Verse 1.

Nestled comfortably on the window sill of my upper-east side Manhattan apartment

Bringing a cheerful mood to the street and the Café below where young lovers met

Placed intentionally between my prickly Cactus & exotic fuchsia Orchid for it's mesmerizing scent

Sculptured and crafted from my own hand, then jeweled and colored to reflect who I am, or was

Back then when I had the 'fight' in Me to make my night-time dreams a living reality

Siting here in my worn, Persian leather 1920's vintage sofa

Skin a resplendent nior porcelain, thoughts running wild as if for Me, this life is over.

Verse 2.

Alone, all alone in this sparsely decorated Penthouse I struggle to leave

Nothing makes sense in that downstairs Mad Hatters Tea Party to which the world cleaves

Once beautiful and filled with hope, now desolate and wasted, leaving most unable to cope

Back then, when it was truly good I strutted along, pink feather boa in hand in a

Ravishing sequined Dress worn with 7 inch Mink-pink Heels while 'Naomi-Campbell-walking'

Made Heads turn, passions burned as I left all the unfulfilled men gawking

Backless, and never a mess, my dresses were always a statement piece allowing me to release all my inner fierceness

Celebrated as a Manhattan Icon I was, and my Antique Rainbow Hand

Serving as Beacons of the City's diversity, community and fabulously fashionable wizardry.

Verse 3.

Parts of 'Our' world that exists today was created through the Rainbow hand's surviving our uprising

Stonewall Riots and the AIDS epidemic were relationship breakers and change makers for giving our Community its new Metrics

LGBTQIA+ celebrated all over the world with color Marches of Pride, in honor of those who sacrificed and died, and others who were denied

Love is Love, You gotta Love yourself, messages that have saved so many young lives and my Mental Health.

A whole generation of kids and young adults from the Queer Nation, able to see and forge positive and influential lives

All able to build modern-days husbands to Husbands and Wives to Wives.

No regrets for this journey and any of 'Our' Choices

As without fighting and protesting; against those who tried to silence our Voices.

Where would We be? Murdered, Mutilated, in prison and Manipulated

No-no-no, I couldn't and wouldn't let that be

Freedom is Mine for my Rainbow Hand & Me.

[The End]