No one likes

what we do

in the Dark

and yet

we all know.

Holding her hand under a gray-blue sky and i'm home

until i go home.

No one likes 

what we do

in the Dark.

And yet

We're in love.

It's a sin, they cry.

You'll burn, they yell.

 God made rainbows. 

So why do you hate?

That's your

daughter,

son,

child

that you birthed with your intent to love unconditionally

yet

you

hate

them

for learning to be

and accept

themselves?

Why do you hate us

for finding a beautiful fire

in a world full of suffocating mist and water?

We want nothing more than to be accepted, 

yet we can't even go outside 

of our 

own rooms without being

criticized for 

the way we

dress

how we do our 

makeup

or hair.

Laughed at 

or hated

because of who we like.

Disrespected and sneered at

because of 

the color

of

our

skin.

So we try to smile and say i'm fine. 

But really just skimming the surface.

Saying i'm tired

not saying it's because I cried all night.

No one likes being

in the dark.

because that's when we see

our truest selves.

The monster that feeds on the sadness,

anger,

emptiness.

Waiting for another fix.

I don't like being in the dark

because that's when I see me.