When you vote against
a rainbow
you are saying no
to the beautiful child
who walks to school, bag slung over shoulder
shining brightly as the Sun in the heavens until
you press into them the wrongness of Being
dark clouds hanging over their bent heads
crowding out the light
each sideways glance each offhand remark each small silence
flows into cracks and fills up spaces left for esteem until
drop by drop
they drown in your
judgment.
—lightning cuts the sky open like so many slender wrists—
you have turned Living Waters into a marsh
they sink in the mire, and you—
like Bog people perfectly preserved in your muddied doctrine
you call yourself Christians
but ignore the very scripture you profess to follow:
Christ —Who is love—
is Love is
Love is Love.
Every child deserves to have their cup running over with so much light & love
that all they know is rainbows everywhere.
They can’t choose who to love—
why should you?