Their hands were clutched tightly, legs trembling as they marched down the road. The shouts and screams were deafening. Each one crueler than the last.But their flag still waved. The colors flashed in the sun, shimmering with pride. "Love is love!" They shouted, still marching on, heads held high. nobody was going to take that from them. No more hiding. They too were people and deserved to be treated as such.
So they marched on. hands intertwined. Rainbows flying through the air. Demanding to be see, demanding to be freed, demanding to be loved. Each walked with the one they chose for life. Clinging to them with all they had. Daring anyone to come between them. Because they had had enough. It was their turn to no longer be afraid. To be allowed the same rights as the others. Because after all, love is love.
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