Fabulous
When did I start being fabulous?
The moment I was conceived.
That little lapse of time
when my father’s sperm
met my mother’s egg.
My little gay self
floated around in the womb.
My tiny hands
gripped a rainbow flag.
I waved that sucker
as high as it would fly.
Gay pride, Gay pride.
Too bad I wasn’t able to show it.
Closeted in my mother for months.
Closeted in myself for years.
Sixteen years old,
I’m still fabulous.
Nothing has changed-
nothing will ever change.
I’m still that flamboyant creature
my mother and father produced.
I’ll be fabulous until the day I die.
Even then,
I’ll still rock the rainbow.