if the land knew no veil,
there’d be no need to pale,
no love put on a scale,
no dawns that burn and rail.
but tongues have turned to blade,
spitting on those who stayed,
only for being made
in dusk that won’t parade.
they say “do not become!”
though it’s sung in every hum,
the name they try to numb
has danced since they were young.
and when your feet are sore
from running shame’s long war,
even if the nation forgets,
let me remember what you are for.
you are not alone tonight,
though this nation snuffs your light.
within these lines, you have the right
to let your love stand upright.
Was written on the last day of Pride Month, with love, Khansa.
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