Queer Joy

The joy of being queer—

It’s tangible like an ocean, yet weighs like a shadow.

Sometimes, in a world of monotone,

Queer joy brings me rainbows.

I carry it everywhere I go, always in my tote.

It’s an elixir that lights up my world—

And also my fantasies.

Sometimes, it is to be seen and heard,

And sometimes it’s to be cuddled and caressed.

It’s like a sanitizer to the germ of phobia,

An invisible armour that slays so gay.

Even when worlds fall apart,

Even when dreams are torn apart,

It’s always my queer joy

That holds my tears without flooding the floor.

And in a world full of people where warmth is gone,

It’s me and my queer joy—always born.