I put my mourning gear on.
A rainbow printed black tank top
Underneath a black dungaree
A black pair of docs
But also wrap around rainbow beads on my wrist.
And I rehearse and edit
How I would tell my family yet again
Not to hide their discomfort behind society's hate
I need them to put on the mourning gear
And fight with me.
And build with me.
And love with me.