Arrays of the Sun
Straight, lesbian
Bisexual, Pansexual or gay
Who really cares
Were all the color of the sun
Just in a different array
The string I live on is not as taught or fraught as one would think
I tell you I'm Pansexual and you take your theories to the brink
Pulling and pushing this way and thst
You belive I'll have sex with anyone
And I tell you that not a fact
I love who I love and that is simply enough
Why can't you be happy for me
Instead of adding all this fuss
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world