What is pride?
Is it the opposite of shame?
Is it living with yourself
and not distributing blame?
Do you wake up in the morning
and love the one you see
staring back from the mirror
yearning to be free?
Is it the smile on your face
or the gesture small or grand?
Is it the love for self
and the love for fellow man?
One thing I can see
is that it’s not parades and flags;
it’s also not some white men
complaining about those fags.
It’s what is in your soul
and the product you create.
It’s in the love you give,
but it’s never in the hate.
Autumn Siders 