They're screaming at each other.
Holding their signs high.
Sending out glares everywhere.
Everyone deserves their opinion and separate morals.
We deserve to speak our mind and let traumas and faiths guide us.
Let everyone's words ring.
Except now all I feel is dread.
Why are they bringing all their hate to an event about being happy and proud.
I liked my eyeshadow until I was sneered at.
The pride parade wasn't as happy as when I didn't hear them screaming about us.
I was nervous and dreadful until she put her hand on my shoulder.
The power she held was confident and beautiful.
And suddenly I smiled again.
