The Color of Difference
Blue waves, a tide crashing over me
Purple bruises that the world has left to see
My family judging my sexuality
Why can’t the world just let me be?
I want to bask in golden contentment
But my world is grey from stagnant resentment
Did any of us ask to be born?
Why is sexuality a flag to be worn?
We walk and we march in vibrant shades
But the blue assault us in bloody red raids.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet
Why does fighting for rights subject us to violence?
Allegedly raped for lifestyles of our choosing
but why does that warrant any kind of abusing?
Our rainbow friends have a right to fight ignorance
So why are we judged for the colors of our difference?
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