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I read an article
and scrolled further up,
overlooking, denying its importance.
Till it came back again
and again,
dressed in various costumes every time -
dancing, mocking, ridiculing me;
sneering at my privilege. It once
spat on the ground when I
insisted on tradition
and casually chuckled at an enemy piece.

Clearly I couldn't overlook anymore - 
it had made allies in time.
So I began by observing in silence
studying, understanding -

she/her,  they/them,  he/him

"You cannot ignore me anymore - 
I do not need your support
I will rise in time
I am rising now -
To paint rainbows in the sky
and on the ground."


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