Stand up. No!

Hide yourself

Colourful soul

Painted black and white

Printer’s out of ink

But colour still lives

Rainbows in pockets

And quiet closets

Outside, people scream

And warn against

Devil’s child they call me

burn with the rest they said

But heaven created rainbows

And I am the prism.

By Raine

Raine is a queer, minority artist who (unironically) enjoys walks in the rain, reading and writing soul-baring poetry.