Finding My Colors

I do not fully know who I really am,

I simply know my name is Sam.

A trip with some family to a new city,

I never expected this place to be so pretty.

I walk through the unfamiliar streets,

listening to familiar uplifting beats.

Hundreds of people are walking around,

an explanation has yet to be found.

I look up high,

with many colors catching my eye.

My body begins to fill with apprehension,

the signs saying PRIDE capturing my attention.

I've never been super forward about my sexuality,

being brought up to believe it's an abnormality.

My family seems to enjoy the parade,

maybe I shouldn't really be so afraid.

I begin to look for signs of my flag at the sale sands,

it seems like my mom finally understands.

Things seem to make more sense,

maybe I shouldn't have been so dense.

Shades of pink, white, and red,

it's starting to come together in my head.

It finally feels like I belong,

maybe with this knowledge I can be strong.

A brand new feeling has been discovered,

a missing piece recovered.

I may not fully know who I really am,

but at least I know I'm a lesbian named Sam.