They see the neuter entities in tints of pinks and blues. With no vent for discovery, I see no color which gets me through.
The fight seems to be endless. I crawl, I struggle, I drown in my lows. This gift of domicile – my body, my home, Doesn’t ever see any rainbows.
I weep for my acceptance. They attempt to identify. I shriek in silences, I yell my peculiarity; But, they only turn my truth into white lies.
With colours of hope and love, She becomes my rainbow; my lover, my to be wife. Her presence embarks the only shades in my life.
Homoeroticism doesn’t always fetch you rainbows.
Not only it’s their only battle but also their biggest woe.
- Riya Nagpal
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