Red,
Is wat I feel when someone tells me I’m Going to hell
To them, I really want to tell,
Who do you think He likes best?
The oppressed?
Or the ones who changed his manifest?
And not for the best,
I can tell you that
For now people hate the ones who make life really blessed
Orange,
The hair of the girl who’s hand I used to hold
Until we were told
You're not gay are you?
With faces of disgust
It made us adjust
Hide away
And that was on a good day
Yellow is the colour of the croptop my friend likes to wear
Just as he likes to braid his hair
Oh, how I admire his pride
After having to hide
He’s unapologetic and bold
I want to be that uncontrolled
Green means natural
It’s how I feel when I steal,
A kiss from your lips
Your fingertips to mine
A shiver through my spine
Until someone pushes me
And I wish we could be free
Blue of the sky our allies faced,
Before their futures got erased
A lot have died for our cause
And we shall not forget
For every hand I can hold now,
Someone lost a head
Purple is for solidarity
So that being gay will no longer be a rarity
We need to support and help our own,
with every bone
For we are worth all smiles and happiness of life
Here
And in the afterlife


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