Her eyes
Were the rainbow
In the storm
Of her soul

what have they done to you,
dear girl with the rainbow hair?

have they saddled you with their insatiable thirst for perfection,
my sweet girl with the rainbow hair?

have they demonized the ground you dare stand,
fearless girl with the rainbow hair?

have the non-believers tore you piece from piece,
my messed up girl with the rainbow hair?

the world will always tear you down,
tender girl with the rainbow hair.

you were never supposed to use your voice,
my deafening girl with the rainbow hair.

do not let them defeat you,
sweet heartbroken girl with the rainbow hair.

whilst machismo is still alive,
the girls will never be safe.

I thank God for
The curles and curves
I see.
A bend of rainbow
In the sky
After a heavy rain
Paints a curve
On one chubby little cheeks
A smile that makes a day.

You gave color to my life,
now without you I'm color blind.

We will never be lucky enough to see a rainbow over the sunset
But we are lucky enough to picture it in our imaginations
And see ourselves pointing at the sky to our loved ones
Saying “You see that? It’s almost as special as you”
Hints of purple and red with a dazzling ring framing it
If I ever did see such a thing, I would not know how to react
Not because I would only be speechless,
But in the back of my mind I would know it's only a dream...
And occasionally I do experience things in life I believe is a dream
I snap back to reality and remember there will be worse things
And I remember that someday, things may even get better
We don't know, nobody knows, not even your local psychic
This is because I am me, and you are you-
Nobody could bear to see every adventure, every terror
But you and I could only imagine...

My depression was not a grey sky.

                     It was not a rainbow, waiting with a *** of gold.

                                 It was not even cloudy blue, yearning for
                                                  high wind.

                                                          ­            My depression did not even
                                                                ­                 have a sky.

                                                           ­                      My depression was
                                                                ­     an endless rabbit hole.

                                  But the rabbit hole has an ending.
                        
                      I can see the blue skies up ahead.

My depression did not have a sky. But my happiness will.

Freedom is like a rainbow, full of life
The sound of many bells in the distance; ringing the announcement of liberty!
Sweet like ice cream on a hot summer day
The spice of baked yams with butter and sugar
The flowing flag in the wind
Comfort surrounding like a blanket.