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.
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