High Flies The Flag

High flies the flag

Of rainbow equality

Red, orange, yellow

We chant, chant, chant

Purple fingers clasp blue

As we chant, chant, chant

High flies the flag

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High flies the flag

Of browny-black freedom

Fists raised in the air

We march, march, march

Midnight skies on our skin

Find the pride deep within

As we march, march, march

High flies the flag

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High flies the flag

Of migrante justice

So many languages drip into the shouts

We yell, yell, yell

Cocoa meets caramel meets beautiful, beautiful, black

As we yell, yell,  yell

To be heard, heard, heard

High flies the flag

image of green lilac bushes with white lilac flowers standing against a bright blue sky

OverTheRainbow

VT

12 years old

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