Sequins left behind
Fail to mend broken spirits
After the parade.
Feeling abandoned
As the rainbow starts to fade,
After the parade.
Wishing to return
To a month of unity
After the parade.
Trying to adjust
To cultural displacement
After the parade.
Hijacked our rainbow
That is now mangled and smudged
After the parade.
Rainbows now flying
Over a biased empire
After the parade.
Colors degraded
By commercialization
After the parade.
Pride in disarray
When conformity prevails
After the parade.
Over five decades
Fighting; Repayed by one month
After the parade.
Fear-ridden lives lost,
And how have we really improved?
After the parade.
Changes have been made,
But this doesn't mean we're done,
After the parade.
About the Creator
Libby
An amateur writer that uses language to escape the real world and destress. I joined for a writing challenge and stayed for the community of writers who love sharing their stories as much as I do.
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