Rainbow Tears

red
orange
yellow
green
blue
purple
she was the product
of curious stares

and three
half drunken
cups of coffee.

The representation
of a
rainbow.

She didn't always smile enough,
but when she did,
it was real.

Real
like thousand year old trees
and thunderstorms.

She was beautiful.

But prejudice cuts deeper
then my smiles could manage to heal,
And the metal bars around their minds
have always been too tight.

So we tried to coat our fears with our future
and finally learned
to keep our mouths shut.

It was August when they killed her.

Hung by her own hands,
in a room that not quite big enough
on days we had nothing to hide
but our hearts.

Skin
has never been
a strong enough shell
to keep out razor tipped words.