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When I was young,
I knew that there was
something different about me.
I shone too brightly,
but had no words
to put a name to
the magic that was within me.
Growing up, I was always told
that being gay was
a bad thing,
unnatural,
a horrible sin,
I was taught to fear gay people,
which meant fearing myself.
I was fourteen when
I saw my first rainbow.
The flag was flying outside
of a shop. I wondered
what it could mean.
When I found out
that it symbolized gay Pride,
that it encompassed a whole rainbow
of people like me,
I was overjoyed.
A rainbow represents joy,
the possibility of magic
and it is a gift that the sky
bestows upon us.
When I finally did come out,
the first thing I did
was to go and buy
a pendant with the Pride colours.
I wore them knowing that
I should not hide who I am
or the magic that resides within.
To me, the Pride flag meant
that I could be proud,
that we are all one
and the same.
The rainbow united us
with its message of hope
of acceptance and love.
And in its bright light,
I finally felt comfortable
in my own skin.
I like rainbows