Pink Shirts Poem by Dayna Verhulst

We hear them say the things
We don’t want to hear.
They push us around and make us fear
We hope they won’t see the tear
‘Cause year after year they stream down
I wonder if we could drown the whole town.

But then one day
Someone chose to make a stand
It spread across the whole land
Now as we look around the room
We don’t see our doom
They are the people that want to help us
Off the dirt, and chase away all the hurts
They are the people that wear pink shirts