For one weekend
Dr Martin Luther King Jr’s dream
Is alive and breathing
For all to see.
Regardless
Of one's gender sexuality
Or ethnicity.
We gather to celebrate
Diversity and harmony
Of the human spirit
In overcoming barriers
That society puts before us.
By reveilling
Our innermost feelings
Of identity and self-acceptance
Who we are
As a greater society
And individuals.
Where love isn't
Just a word found
In greeting cards
Wedding ceremonies
Or to religious sermons.
Rather
An expression
From within
A beacon fulfilling us
With hope.
Enabling society
To overcome hate
And ignorance
That threaten
To consume us.
Therisa © 2018
Author's note: Maybe, I am a hopeless romantic, who dreams of a brighter future than the bleak present, we live in. Where it's so easy to be depressed and indifferent to the problems around us.
Another poem for this year’s Pride Poetry.
