How to Make a Rainbow
By Gabriel Cruz
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Start
with crimson.
An angered declaration
shouting, "Bleed us,
burn us,
we will still be here,
and one day we will be equals."
Orange
is a bittersweet line,
pill bottles by the dozen,
the tang of
condoms
and that awful sunrise
that ended night too soon.
Next
is Apprehension Yellow.
The color of missed chance bile,
and
letters lost to time.
Through these, far far
too many still
view the world.
Sing
now of emerald envy
towards those that need not
hide in
shadows. Funny thing,
its also the money we don't spend
on
children denied or forsaken.
Blue,
at least, is universal.
Hope, fidelity, faith,
are rare gifts
seldom seen by anyone.
But it is in pursuit of these
principles,
that give rise our battle cries.
Pride
is lavender. Old ladies and old queens,
both wear it to
state,
"You might think me nothing more
than a dried up
raisin dreamer.
But you know what?
The bastards haven't brought
me down yet."
Look
now on this rainbow.
Each color is a lesson,
standing for some
sacrifice.
So bring on your rain, pain
and everything else
you've got.
I think we both know now,
how this rainfall's going
to end.
This poem is dedicated to those who live their lives fighting from one trench or another
© 2007 Gabriel Cruz (B1ue)