Kaleidoscope

Beautiful.

From Dark deep sepia skin,

Ochre coloured complexions.

Rich, russet reddish brown bodies cast from power and perseverance

My people

Molded from what maketh you and me,

The materials to manifest

Prosperity in a world that I only wish craved peace as much as it loved the conjuring of chaos.

Commodity cannot be calculated out of this Black Queer body

Its resilience reigns like no King could ever conquer

If pride be ego,

you should drape me in rainbows.

Colour me sinful and I will still be a kaleidoscope of all that you could not.

To trade authenticity for approval is a shoddy deal by a rookie,

If you are even questioning the concept non inclusivity,

You can sit yourself somewhere else,

You are not ready for the revolution.

Not when those before us came out of wardrobe to form riot

We paint prisms of technicolour in our teachings of love

spread spectrums of light through the lineage of those that came before us.

We radiate love,

because we rioted for the right to express it.

Do you get it...

Like flailing flags through city skies

All rainbow stripped

You will never deny my love

Or ever dim my light