There are days when,
the world is cruel enough,
and tries-
to twist,
this crooked boy a straight tie,
but not today,
not today world.
Today,
I get to fly my crooked colors thigh-high,
arch my back and SCREAM,
with guilt-free pleasure,
"STRAIGHTEN THIS RAINBOW,
BEYAATCH",
today,
I get to fly,
today,
I celebrate,
what all you straight boys,
out there,
just don't get,
but want,
...and yeah I got it,
always will,
ain't nothing you can do about it,
-freedom.
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