Being Gay

Being gay

Isn’t necessarily feeling gay

I feel human, I feel real

I feel color, I feel still

Being gay

Isn’t rainbows and unicorns

I feel judged, I feel hate

I get angry, I feel irate

Being gay

Isn’t what you think

But the colors bring light

The colors bring a tribe together to fight

A wavelength of colors coming as one

Beaming light from the Earth’s sun

Being gay

Isn’t rainbows

But I feel like one

I feel like color floods from my veins

And indigo drips off me as it rains

That I am a morning glory, evening glory, glory of God

And that is

Being Gay.