Rainbow Girl

I always loved rainbows because you never had to choose a favorite you could just love all the colors.

I often got confused or mistaken for a cool lesbian, but that was just stereotyping because I was husky, ugly, grumpy, and didn’t take shit from anyone and apparently warriors like this are too strong for mortals so they are often labeled lesbians. I held onto my rainbows anyway.

Then in college I made friends because they saw my rainbows and opened up to me. They didn’t care that I wasn’t a lesbian. They invited me to their fun events, they hung out with me on campus, brought me candy and favors from their adventures if I didn’t make it. They looked out for me against the world, even though the world had it out for them not me.

As I grow up and remember the love from my friends I remember to hold onto my rainbows. I remember the love and care I received. I try to pay my debts forward. I hear people fighting, people arguing, people judging, and I always try to support my friends. I remember it doesn’t matter who anyone loves, how anyone dresses, or who they identify as - rainbows don’t choose favorite colors.

They love everybody and I’m part of the rainbow too.

And love conquers all.

Always.