On the days when it doesn't seem worth it. When you think
that maybe they were right. That "queer" and
"freak" and "abomination" seem to
have your name on the list. When "outsider"
and "other" or "faggot" or "dyke"
want to claim your autograph, remember. We are the rainbow.
When never seems bigger than always, and always seems
like a terrible place to be, remember. We are the rainbow.
When darkness wants to win more than anything.
When love feels empty or too much work, remember.
When family is a foreign country, and you can't seem
to find your passport, remember. When "everybody"
seems to mean "everybody but you" remember.
You are the rainbow.
is the heat and
purity of your goodness. The fire of the love in the
universe you have all the right to claim. Red is the
heat of your wholeness. The flame of your soul. Red
is the sunrise promise of being all. Red is hot. Red
is pepper bite of the edge, of the excitement, of the
burnfull flavor of the truths that set you free. Indian red.
Crimson. Cinnabar. Vermilion. Red is the filling blood.
The life force river you ride. Red is the rose-colored
glass half full. The magic slippers. The full bloom of
the claret. Red is the letter day. The town you will
paint. The last cent you will spend which return full
fold. Red is the rainbow. You are the rainbow.
is the citrus
zip of the brink. Orange is the sweet peach tang of the
subtlety of the flavor. The copper burnish of your experience.
Orange is the clockwork we've had to live by up 'till now.
Orange is the paradise bird who flies at your shoulder.
Orange is the juice of an enemy's glass crushed into
dust and into diamonds we could spend on our own behalf.
Orange is the agent of our discontent, our driver till
we can make everything human again, and in perfect balance
restored. Orange is the pal of black's ghosts and goblins
we put behind us every hour on the way. Orange is all the
afterglow. Orange is the rainbow. You are the rainbow.
is the taxi on
our way to Where. Yellow is the phosphorous fireworks
we make in concert. Yellow is blue's co-conspirator
in green's creation. The lemon bite. The gold pot.
Rainbow's reward. The loves-me/loves me daisy in your
daily bouquet. Here comes the sun. Yellow is the rainbow.
You are the rainbow.
is the grass of home
we've had to struggle to invent. Green is too many frogs
to kiss in one life time. Green is ever, and the future
as we decide to grow it. Green is the olive spurt and
accent we repeatedly select for spicing. Green is the
cricket song that lures us on, sure and cyclic as the
locust. Green is the square of the village gathering
around us in our favor. Green is the occasional lime-tang
sweetness-sour that bears witness to our own life's drink
and our delicious contrasts. Green is a warm moist house
to look safe out from, in our nurturance and abundance,
at to the sometimes chill of the isolating out-there.
Green pepper, the sweet-taste self-contradiction to the
words they use in our description. The aquamarine and
malachite and jade of our richness, and our solid treasure.
Green is the sour-tart satisfying contrast. Green is
the perpetuality of the sea. Green is the rainbow.
You are the rainbow.
is the sky's limit of our possibilities.
The ocean depth of our love. Blue is the edgy flavor of the
cheese that gives such delicious differentiation. Blue is
the tiny highway map line that find us in all the corners
and the hiding places. Blue is a once-in-a-while moon we
thought we'd never accomplish and were wrong. Blue is the
song we've sung too long in silence. Blue is where the bolt
comes from out of. The wild yonder. The suede shoes.
Blue is the rainbow. You are the rainbow.
is the prose and the passion.
The perfect plum for thumb's pulling. Love's lavender
light. Purple is the deep. The brilliant, imaginary cow.
The mountain's majesty. Purple is the royal WE. Purple
is the rainbow. You are the rainbow.
Sometimes it's hard to hold onto the rainbow when the
world is only serving up gray. Or black and white. Remember,
I am the rainbow. You are the rainbow. WE are the rainbow.
Together, we are each a source of a different color.
We give off such a joyful, lovely light.
(c) 1999 Shelly Roberts. All Rights Reserved.
Shelly Roberts is an internationally syndicated
lesbian columnist and author of BABY DYKES new from