Sometimes, Pride Looks Like Grief

Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash

This year, Pride means wanting an apology that I am never going to get.

Pride means early mornings when I can’t sleep, remembering the last conversation we had, will have, when you told me that not even God could love me.

Who were you to limit the love of God?

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Amber Stewart

Amber Stewart

Queer writer, essayist, educator, native Nashvillian, poet. She/Her/Hers.