Skies are cloudy on this day,
rain falls proudly giving all away.
The television blares reports of celebration,
city streets flood with cheers.
It is the not the end of a fight
but the climax leading to the inevitable.
Some are in joy, some find anger,
only confusion crosses my face.
Who I am in this new world?
Everything is changing, old values are gone.
I can’t help but marvel at these new ideas.
Now the minister screams hell is coming to be,
no good Christian could say this is okay.
Is there something wrong with tolerance?
They’ve been working so hard for this moment,
I won’t be the one to rain on the rainbow parade.
Nothing makes sense in my moral mind.
The Baptist ideal doesn’t include change.
Suddenly I know, I’m growing older now
my freedom has expanded.
Their ideas do not have to be mine.
At the dawn of this new world
I finally understand .
Be Who You Want to Be,
The rest doesn’t matter.
*AN* This poem was written on the day DOMA was repealed. I come from a religious and conservative family and needless to say it was drmatic at home. My feelings about the moment are what this poem came to be.