The Month Of Pride Poem by Somali Mukherjee

No need of shame,
But right to pride;
For all, love's not a game;
It's the month of pride.

I may be a gay;
I may be a lesbian;
People have nothing to say
That I am a plebeian.

We too are human;
We too have right;
I too am a clan
To shine extra-bright.

The continent we complete;
None can live as an island;
The social standards might not meet
Our love and point of stand.

At us, do you frown;
Still, we'll establish the right;
Our love we won't drown,
Though we may not be so trite.