Artist Pride

Why did you not tell me?

Because one was never ready to

It is a journey, a vulnerable one

Letting guard down whilst you’re not ready

But when the artist is ready, you see the rainbows

Hidden in plain sight

Colours flowing on every street, some don’t fit a binary

Not misfits, just sometimes don’t fit into boxes

Not something to protest but be proud of

Against the backdrop I never truly saw myself

Still don’t see me filled in the painting

Never wanted the extra grief, I knew support existed like a frame

Never wanted it to define and frame me, to be misunderstood

I never noticed until I thought about it

Erasure that exists, a core part of the world

How we never ask that question, going straight to the binary

Long road ahead so no more punches

To be seen, to share this magic, the love

Everybody has a space to be an artist.