Rainbow Colors
Rainbow colors, everywhere
Confederate flags, few
Whatever causes people to stare
Is what our generation will do
What is my opinion, you ask
The concept is unreal
I have trouble to grasp
It is most definitely a sin
Not opinion, yet fact
Not patience running thin
Or involve class or tact
Hell, do what you want
Not mine, but God's creation
My dreams you won't haunt
It's your own damnation
But don't use the good book
When you get married
Or swear to God
By the offense you've carried
No fingers pointed
Not holding a grudge
I wasn't anointed
Or covered in blood
I make my own mistakes
Beneath the table
Caused my own heartaches
Who am I to label
But do I agree
With making sin official
I do not, you see
I will not initial
You won't catch me, Attending gay pride
I won't be a face in the bunch
This roller coaster is a dangerous ride
The Devil is seeking his lunch
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
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