When I think of rainbows

When I think of rainbows
I think of gay pride
and happy smiles
I think of those special times
I wake up early enough to see the sun rise
and mix with the fog 
to create color in an arch to pass under 
as I drive home from a crappy day 
I think of love 
not frowned upon by the world
because love isn't something that has rules
and nobody should control who you love
I think of loving yourself
for who you say you are
not what others define you as
I think of painting with everything under the sun 
my canvas of life always filling up 
with greens 
and blues 
purples and yellow
red, orange and a turquoisey color 
I think of freedom 
and childhood dreaming 
of everything coming together
under the same 
wonderful sun 
that shines on all of our faces
and lights up even the darkest of corners
as long as you open the blinds
as long as you make that effort to be kind 
and open your heart to the world
letting your love be your armor
letting the hate roll off you like water 
and always being kind to one another.