Collection Of poems

pride

It's the feeling.

The feeling of being proud.

The bright colors entice me.

The flags flying. The floats pass by, the sun beating down on me.

This feeling i feel is like no other. I feel powerful and strong with a mix of joy and anxiousness.

Its hard to explain the joy on peoples faces. Its not like joy of opening a present on Christmas, or seeing your best friend after a while. Its a joy that comes from deep down, a joy felt by so many queer men, women and the ones who fall in between.

 The smiles are finally worn from years of fighting for our rights. We wear our smiles triumphantly. Because we will never let them win.