Technicolor bruises,
The rainbow had caused another beating.
Bruises stained from purple to vermillion.
Infecting our population.
Was it infectious?
Or just revealing carriers to us?
Did we get infected or
Was normal the hidden infection?
Coloring your words,
Hoping for reactions from our round orbs.
Leave homophobia behind,
Let people freely unwind.
YOU ARE READING
recollection.
PoetryPoems written by yours truly. From points of view that aren't always my own. They're all written by me, just written about different perspectives. Please dont claim these as your own... Trigger warning: One or more of these poems contain mature co...
