The Other Rainbows Freely
A Poem for Pride Month 2021
the colors of my rainbow
are out of order they say
they say there’s something queer
about my loud electric blue
caressing my gentle orange
that sweet sweet orange
holding hot chartreuse
that fiery green
in a love affair with periwinkle
and I’ve even let the gold in
and my colors have started to shine
from the inside out like clouds
each color radiant
unique
undefining
and free
yet some would dare to call me ugly
deem my composition “unnatural”
for they ‘d been taught an absolute
their tyrant Roy G Biv
holding them in chains
seeing no other way
no other way to be
but we, we will show the way
we they call unnatural
we they call queer
we will show the way
the way to make art
the way to paint passionately
the way to dance fearlessly
with the vibrant colors of our lives
we, we will show the way
the way to break through molds
the way to gracefully emerge
the way to fearlessly spread wings
and we, we will rightly soar
as luminescent
unapologetic
and free
About the Creator
Landon Jones
Exploring existence through writing, art, and existing. Writer of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. Friend of the inner child. Interrogator of the inner sheep. I stop to smell the flowers (and talk to them too).
art @landonmakesthings
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