
Things get bad
And some of us go under
Ground,
The marching,
Declaring,
Identifying,
Having Pride
Seems quiet,
Silent almost;
But here,
We remain,
We are,
Existing,
Doing that thing
that hate
wishes most to end.
Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times

Things get bad
And some of us go under
Ground,
The marching,
Declaring,
Identifying,
Having Pride
Seems quiet,
Silent almost;
But here,
We remain,
We are,
Existing,
Doing that thing
that hate
wishes most to end.
I will love myself,
For myself,
Because of myself,
And all that I am
All that I represent,
My love for life and others
Will not be the shame of me,
I will wear these colors
A rainbow,
A spectrum of beauty,
proudly,
And applaud my siblings
As they wave their own flags