What do you fight for?

Can you feel the colour on your skin?

Can you feel it seeping in?

It's who you are, who you love, what you stand for.

Why do we love? Why do we be? It's humanity's very core.

All we've known is love, eat, sleep, fight

Day in, day out, from morning till night

What do you fight for?

I fight for those very colours who make us who we are

The reds of our passion, the blues of our dreams afar

For realities that right now, we can only imagine

The fantasy of walking alone down these streets

In safe passage regardless of who we might meet

Regardless of our colours whether purple or pink

No one to police what we say or we think

What colours we love and what colours we wear

In our hearts, on our clothes, on our skin, on our hair

The freedom to be, just being oneself

Free of the closet, no need for stealth

Safety in numbers, security in love

No matter your hue, always enough

A nice fantasy, but that's all it is...

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For now.

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What do you fight for?