In this colorful world
we share with birds of a feather,
do you ever feel silly
waving your rainbow banner?
I do not match any color
that symbolizes me.
I am hidden in-between,
a shade of the boldness
that has labeled me.
Yet I must stand proud,
and claim a word,
a lifestyle,
a limited freedom
of my identity.
To show my support
of a cause,
that is my unique future.
No longer in the masses,
must I fight for similarity
when we are no different?
I am lost in the sea of colors
splashed upon me,
masking the person I am
with generic stereotyping,
set forth,
by the small minds of society.
Lack of understanding,
the cancer of my equality.
Fight it I must,
yes,
but I’ll be damned,
if I will be forced to flock and fade
into a ray that takes,
my individuality.
I am a woman,
a mother,
a lover,
a fighter.
What color is that?
You cannot say,
there is no answer.
But if I’m gay,
I become 7.
Beautiful they are,
but the black and white
of their generic symbol
does not suit my personality.
I am the shades in-between.
No different than you,
I am me.
Simple and true,
my color is
FREE.