Pride is the most private of loves
Each person with their own special hue
It’s a love for yourself and no other
A color made only for you
To be proud cant be gifted or borrowed
And It’s not for others to feel
It’s something you must grow and nurture
And allow it to break and to heal
My pride is a forest green
A calm, but full of life tone
It’s a comfort to me in this world
That these commendations are also my own
To be proud is a personal gift
To look at yourself with your glow
Let the humming in your chest bubble outwards
Let the colors of your own pride show
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