True

Persecution.

Shame.

Suppression.

Secrecy.

Death.

What does it take to change the norm?

An act of defiance, brave souls to the storm.

In cracks the whispers strengthen,

Hallowing to break free from oppression.

Withered souls that have been convinced otherwise,

Their true selves beaten into the background.

Inches apart but hidden from sight,

Only in shadows away from the light.

Doughty folk step forward for change,

And as time dwindles we’re not deemed so strange,

Laws and rights slowly come to pass,

Bringing a glimmer of hope for the future of love.

Pockets of flesh mock progress and continue to blacklist,

Solidifying the need for movements to exist.

Rejoice at every milestone, etch progress into stone,

By being true to your own self, both outside and at home.