The Prejudice
Waiting for Gay Pride March to start
With a crowd of zealous strangers,
I am silent with no reason.
I’m a sponge soaking up the new
Experience in a new town.
Someday, this will be old.
Each Town will celebrate
Like The Fourth of July.
I hope I live to see
This outpouring of Love.
The prejudice
I have witnessed
Is ignorance
Transformed to hate
For the unknown.