Itâs something we carry in our hearts
And sometimes share with the world.
Itâs our antidote to ignorance
And our calling march in summer.
Itâs something we share with our friends
When we dance the nights away.
Itâs every drop in our teary eyes
When we catch a glimpse of it in others.
Itâs something we build everyday
And fight to keep alive and beaming.
Itâs a soft bending, stubborn hope,
A spiritual practice with no dogma.
Itâs something in the strut of our heels
And the glitter that covers our wounds.
Itâs the glue of our community
And the sweet embrace of our kin.
Itâs something living in every broken heart
And itâs somewhere where we all belong.
Our glory anthem. Our war and peace.
Our Pride.