Pride’s Blossoming

In June’s bright dawn, a rainbow blooms, 
A tapestry of love consumes, 
The shadows cast by years of hate, 
Transforming pain, we celebrate.
 
From whispers deep in closets dark, 
To streets ablaze with freedom’s spark, 
The journey long, with scars and tears, 
Yet through the struggle, hope appears.
 
The stones were thrown, the hearts were torn, 
Yet in the darkness, courage born. 
We rose from ashes, stood our ground, 
In unity, our voices found.
 
Each color vibrant, tells a tale, 
Of love that soared when hate would fail. 
A spectrum wide, of hearts so true, 
In every hue, a life anew.
 
The wounds of past, they mark our skin, 
Yet beauty lies in strength within. 
For every tear and every fight, 
We claim our truth, embrace the light.
 
Pride is born from battles fought, 
In every lesson pain has taught. 
From chains of fear, we break away, 
In love and pride, we find our way.
 
So let the colors fly on high, 
A testament to those who cry, 
For justice, love, and equal right, 
In every heart, ignites the light.
 
In June’s embrace, we stand as one, 
A family, beneath the sun. 
With love as bold as colors bright, 
We march for peace, we march for light.
 
Through pain’s embrace, we’ve come to see, 
The beauty in diversity. 
For Pride was born from shadows deep, 
In love, our hearts forever keep.
 


 

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