I never heard of
A person who did not enjoy
To gaze upon the spectacle
Of a bright rainbow.
Why then some of us do frown
Upon those people who dress like the rainbow?
Those people gay, those people bi
Those people who, like us,
Are simply human?
Like us they live,
Like us they dream, they love,
Like us they cry.
Can blue be blamed for being blue?
Can red for being red?
Or green for being green?
The colors are but a part of nature;
And so are they, the rainbow people.
When bright colors upset the eye
It is the eye’s fault that stares,
Not the bright colors’ for being what they are,
For being simply natural.