Pot Of Gold

I am black,

Mixed, like...

All the colours of the rainbow

Black like the shadows in my closet

Skeletons that hold secret of my sexuality

Bisexually Labelled, Awakening Cultural Knowledge

Red

Like the tears I’ve cried for equality, I

Read Every Day

In the newspapers

Of their journals journeying sunsets

Orange

Like the monarch butterfly, transforming I

Opened RANGE

Going to where the flame felt the warmest,

But the moths to my flame

Led to the pores of my skin tamed

Yellow

Like the sun, finding golden linings, I

YELL LOW

Til’ I found pride inside

Yearning Epiphanies Laced with Love Opening Waterfalls

Green

Like the grass on my side of the picketing fence

for the rights we deserve

To be served & protected

Not neglected as defected

Groups Riot Energetically Expanding Negotiations

I mean

Grown Roots Elevating Erect Networks

Are you listening to our American dream

Blue

Skies

Like the message is clear

The reflection in our tears, oceans of our fears

Drained, while

Bystanders Look Up Edification

Purple

Like bruises trying to heal

After you feel

People Undermined your Radiance

trying to Play Lead roles

But your

Purpose is Pleading

Focus proceeding

Pushing you Right Past the Lost Exit

My story speaks of greatness, grated gradients, colours mixed and matched

Like a rubik's cube

Parts of me, used to be,

compartmentalized, organized & trapped in closets

Till the faucets

Brought me the pot of gold

at the end of the rainbow