Pride (A Tribute)

My parents taught me not to judge someone on who they love;

To not hate or bully, but to rise above.

Love is beautiful, love is pure;

Love can heal and love can cure.

No matter what your orientation;

Your beauty is vibrant in every sensation;

No matter what your gender,

You deserve the world, never surrender!

Pride is not only a march to celebrate;

It's a remembrance of all those who sacrificed themselves at high stakes.

It's a show of gratefulness and a sign of strength;

That through all the hate, love will win at any length.

It's a beacon of hope for all those kids,

Who's suffocating in the closet because the law forbids it.

It's a glimmer of light for all those folks,

Who doesn't conform to society's hoax?

It's a struggle to gain rights,

To be able to live happily without any fright.

It's a fight, it's a march;

It's a vision of perseverance that'll forever last.

It's a voice yelling out loud,

To be true to oneself, why is that even disallowed?

Whether you support it or don't;

Why spread hate when it doesn't even affect you?