Rainbow Blood

If you cut my skin,

what would you see within?

The local perception,

calling it a deception.

Seeing my doctors’ mope;

My blood resembling a kaleidoscope.

A laceration that's bleeding Rainbow,

once hoping this could plateau.

Seeing an image of my spinal cord,

vaguely resembling a Rainbow Sword.

Feeling like some castaway,

for I always knew I was gay.

Fighting against homophobic ideations,

yet always hearing their declarations.

Embracing my birth right;

While cultivating a new stereotype.

If my technicolor showed outwardly on my skin,

would you just see an illustration of a deadly sin?

We all have our reasons to hide a scrape,

maybe one day we’ll no longer need to escape.

I’ll vow now to proudly protect our friends,

since we all have a similar converging lens.

Proudly voicing “I am gay”,

hoping to kiss in a café.

Proudly voicing “I am gay”,

so others can play on Broadway.

Proudly voicing “I am gay”,

hoping to make some headway.

Proudly voicing “I am gay”,

so other may not feel this dismay.

Proudly voicing “I am gay”,

hoping to see Rainbow on flag day.

Proudly voicing “I am gay”,

so others don’t need to run away.

Always voicing “I am gay”,

it’s in my blood, what can I say?