So, I accidentally made myself cry while writing this.
To all of you out there - you matter. Youโre loved. I see you, and I care.
๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ
๐๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐๐ด.
The blood of those of us they murdered
Seeps into the waters of the world.
Feeds it
With every colour
Every hue
Of the rainbow.
The putrid juice of their decomposed
Bodies
That they dared not bury
Rises towards the heavens
Pierces every cloud and
Rains down on us in glitter.
๐๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ.
Hug with me those that others shrink from.
Take their hands
In yours. Gently kiss their skin.
Show them
That we care.
Let them join us when we
Raise our fists.
Embrace them, as we march towards a
United future.
On our way
We shall punch through the closet doors they slam!
Raise our heels and
Kick them
Out of the way that
Lies ahead.
๐๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ด
The ones who hide -
And the ones who march at every Pride.
Lift your sneakers, heels, and fists.
Together.
๐๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด
Let hope ignite in all of us a flame.
With the love they want to take us from us
Weโll melt
Every barrier they build,
And turn it into yet another
Letter.
Your support means the world - especially to indie authors.
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I know this isnโt what I usually write, but I believe that it fits the theme of darkness.
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Beautiful ๐
Wishing you a happy (and angry, and sad, and joyful, and resolute) Pride <3