Colorless Hate
I know they love me,
But they hate the sin
And the passion
I’m all too willing to give.
They don’t see
The colors of the rainbow.
All they see is gray.
Black and white faces,
Colors are phases...
Faded.
They say disgust is okay.
They say we’re to blame.
Only crybabies stand up for their rights.
They say we have no need fight.
We’re just crybabies,
Cry baby.
Cry until the world sees the light.
I take pride in myself.
I take pride in my friends.
I don’t see any sins.
I see love.
I see in color.
I see my brothers,
My sisters,
My lover.
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