When The Sun Strikes The Rain

One-hundred billion people have walked the earth. Meaning one-hundred million Queer folk have blessed the planet. I am not special, nor am I unique. Though sometimes they still call me a freak.

Can I really be unique in a world where every human is distinctive and rare? I don't think so. But perhaps I’m unique because I’m free and alive, for so many before me found it hard to survive.

For those who came before me, I parade six special colours. For life, healing and sunlight; in nature, harmony and spirit, they empowered the bold and courageous. Today I am strong and tenacious.

Now I see I am part of a cycle. Of pain, hardship and darkness. Of acceptance, rebirth and light. Of freedom, colour and love. That is how I show defiance and my love for the Rainbow alliance.

A rainbow doesn't go into the ground. It does not have an end; it keeps on going. When seen from above, the bow becomes a ring. A cycle - one I've learnt to embrace, to fight the hate that many still face.

At times when I'm treated like dirt, my mind, it'll cloud. In sorrow, I let the rain pour. But when sadness begins to dispel, and light begins to glow, it is then when I feel myself grow.

In the light of the dark I feel the magic. I treasure the moments when I smile at the pain, for we can only see a rainbow, when the sun strikes the rain.