NaPoWriMo Day 13 : Rainbows Are Real

It has rainbow flavors

It tolerates the sight of same breed dogs

What is it that breaks no butterfly upon a wheel?

The oxygen the minority is dying to breathe

It is the mirror of a soul in a closet.

At the back of every blind eye,

In the middle of every heart,

Slips through fingers but holds water

You will find it by finding you.

As common as straight tears

With no voice it cries,

With no fists it fights,

Tooth without tongue yet still bruises,

It laughs in a sea of sadness.

It is the needle that pinches lover’s hands,

The reality the MAN turns his back on;

The thought pastor thought to be sin,

She who loves her and Him who loves he