All we, as gay people, are asking for is to be able to freely join the dance. I takes just one voice to send an invitation.

Would you like to dance?

Peaceful acceptations

Stop the madness

A hand extended with good intentions

Curled fist blocks calm expectations

Hateful looks on the sidewalk

Side glances at hands held in public

Cruel laughter shadows

Shadows hide behind themselves

Self imposed ignorance worn like a new dress

Everyone at the party dresses the same

New arrival wears something different

A costume stitched with pride

Singular presence draws every stare

Fear stares back bravely

Difference boldly takes the floor with trepidation

Wrapped in a cloak of determination

Waiting for acceptance

A resolute voice asks softly:

“Would you like to dance?”