From our high school history textbooks,

We have learned the metamorphosis of black.

How the color was birthed to slavery, cacooned into separate, and then emerged as equal.

We have learned about the plight of woman.

How she once glittered only in man's shadow but can now shine alone if she wills it.

We have learned about the foreign stuggle.

How many were left waiting, knocking at the door, and how the doorman is extremely seletive.

We have learned,

that everyone has known oppression but gays are not worthy of the recognition here.

In this book.

Where they can touch bases on color just as long as it does not relate to rainbows.

Can discuss foreign just as long as the origin does not reside within a beating heart.

Can relay gender just as long as one does not transition between the two, and ONLY if he or she likes the opposite sex.

This textbook,

Has kept my struggle a closeted being.

Has kept this movement a denied exsistence.

Has kept our grievance a whisper behind closet doors, but no longer.

Because they will learn it all today just as I did.

Learn about nights mistaken for lonely.

Learn about a father's dissappointment.

Learn how sticks and stones hurt just as much as faggott does.

Learn the devil's face in god's children.

Learn how well your body can heal.

Learn how well your soul can repair itself.

Learn to be concious of pronouns when speaking about love.

Learn that the fire awaits you.

Learn how well pillow case can swim because it has not drowned from tears yet.

Learn how many churches will deam you sinner and your love ingenuine.

Learn how many states have voted your marriage on paper, and how many states where you are still denied the pleasure.

Because it is no longer a right to you.

Learn how they will call it a suicide even though they killed him long before his final breath.

Learn that it will one day get better, but that day is not today.

Tomorrow is not guarenteed, so what the fuck am I looking forward to.

Learn that my love was always a clouded subject

was always hard to find,

was always secret,

always misunderstood,

always colorful,

but was never my choice.

Learn to live with all of this.

The next time,

you crack open this book and read the text,

notice how they have forgotten all of my colors.