Grey Rainbow
Living in the south, openly gay.
It's not easy.
I am constantly told that who I love is wrong.
I am called names, and beaten becuase of who I am.
Living in the south, openly gay.
It's not hard.
I am constantly supported by my peers about who I am.
I am loved by all and I am not judeged.
Living in the south, openly gay.
I am a rainbow, full of color when people see me.
I am a rainbow, but dull. All my colors reek of grey and saddness.
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.