and she painted the world with love

On days like this

I am surrounded 

by cheer,

but when June 

has passed,

so has the support.

So on days like this,

I call upon her,

in times of doubt

as I pray to a God,

they try to prove,

whose love doesn't

cover me.

I call for her because I'm in need of a friend.

She answers with

a radiant flare,

swooping in like 

sun rays, on

cloudy days,

ready to brighten

the scene. 

Taking away, 

all the shame 

and guilt, placed upon

me, by ignorant

minds, she turns

them into flowers

and lay them upon my

head, and I feel 

beautiful.

She answers, for there are no friends left for me.

She is everything 

I pray to become,

brave to live

the life that I want

and wrapped in her

magic, I feel,

safe, as she 

dances wildly, I feel

happy, when she 

swings her smile

around, I feel warm

like I finally

belong.

She embraces me, because there is no one who truly cares.

It isn't just

about my rights,

or a movement,

it is about 

me

and my choices,

in the one life

I am given,

she gives me the 

courage to live

it when the days

of celebration

are gone and 

the world forget

about us.

Her name is Pride and she will never forget me.