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I learned at age 8 the colors of the rainbow Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet I stared at each picture, curious of the colors Mrs. Ferguson said that together, we make a beautiful rainbow And I memorized it. I learned at age 13 grade that I was gay Each boy slow danced with their girl I stood in the corner watching Isolated, ashamed, in the dark And I memorized it. I learned at age 16 that my parents didn’t accept me Battered and bruised I could feel the spit of Confucius on my wounds I could feel the yin and yang twisting my spirit I could feel the burns from the flames from my ancestral shrine And I memorized it. I learned at age 20 how the other men felt Blogs and wikihows lied to me as they told me to find solace in the gay bars Their eyes followed me like I was a hanging chicken at a street booth Disgusted Drunk men announcing their Asian fetish to me As if I were a dish to prove their exotic tongues The rice queens sitting proudly on their thrones As we, the subjects, are shackled and exposed To their adventurous acceptance And I memorized it. I learned at age 23 the colors of the rainbow Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet As I stared at the Pride Flag, I remembered Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet I stared Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet They stared Red, Orange, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet Red, Orange, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet Red, Orange, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet Yellow And I memorized it.
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
Colors of the Rainbow
I learned at age 8 the colors of the rainbow Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet I stared at each picture, curious of the colors Mrs. Ferguson said that together, we make a beautiful rainbow And I memorized it. I learned at age 13 grade that I was gay Each boy slow danced with their girl I stood in the corner watching Isolated, ashamed, in the dark And I memorized it. I learned at age 16 that my parents didn’t accept me Battered and bruised I could feel the spit of Confucius on my wounds I could feel the yin and yang twisting my spirit I could feel the burns from the flames from my ancestral shrine And I memorized it. I learned at age 20 how the other men felt Blogs and wikihows lied to me as they told me to find solace in the gay bars Their eyes followed me like I was a hanging chicken at a street booth Disgusted Drunk men announcing their Asian fetish to me As if I were a dish to prove their exotic tongues The rice queens sitting proudly on their thrones As we, the subjects, are shackled and exposed To their adventurous acceptance And I memorized it. I learned at age 23 the colors of the rainbow Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet As I stared at the Pride Flag, I remembered Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet I stared Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet They stared Red, Orange, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet Red, Orange, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet Red, Orange, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet Yellow And I memorized it.
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jay-chen
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
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