Pride
A poem
1 min readJun 5, 2019
we are
Violet to Red
and more
so much more
I am
the very softly
uttered word
missed after a
blocky sentence
I am
sand dust
flying in the air
over a moody
lone sea crest
neither here nor there
all of here
all of there
mostly beyond
See me-
I am light
that stays in the
room
when candles
exhaust
Who am I?
some part,
we all are,
fluctuating
I do
I celebrate
my non-binary
yonderness
with water colors
spilling
out of the contours
marking the edges
of this world