Pride
To you,
the struggling rainbow after each dark storm.
To you,
my gorgeous warrior,
my faithful sun.
Do not stop fighting,
but if you must,
do not let yourself be silenced.
Let them hear you,
fear you,
and if they will not,
make them.
Let yourself go, creator of light
shining bright, giving hope
everywhere you go.
My little firefly,
my raging storm,
you are stronger than I was;
they can't bring you down.
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