KikiIzz

     I wear the rainbow on my necklace.      It hangs on a silver chain and hovers over my heart.      It isn't a warning sign, or a label. It's a symbol.          My heart belongs to her     His heart belongs to him. They're hearts belong him or her Simple? I'm not asking for sympathy or special treatment. In fact, WE'RE not asking for sympathy or special treatment. WE'RE asking for acceptance.    I    a m also part of society.

I was sat on the leather sofa, my typical spot. The same coffee stains remained on it's shiny surface from my previous visits to Café Rouge. My head was hung over a mug of coffee I had been stirring for over 7 minutes. The tea spoon swirled around in the brown liquid, orbiting the small whirlpool in the middle. The scent of coffee had long gone, the taste probably went with it. My blond locks of hair were spread all over the table, and my elbow pierced into the wood. Every now and then, I would wonder what I was doing here, then I'd remember. I sighed, letting out a deep breath; breath I didn't deserve. My moment was interrupted by