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.

 

 

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