Préponiot-Roche Maëllys

bloody rainbow

Let's talk. Because I won't stand here in front of you if you don't want to listen. If you don't want to try and open your eyes. Don't even dare to look away… people suffer, people die, because of who they are. And you come to me, lying to my face about how everything's fine ?

I won't be part of it, so let me speak and make you see :


Red : There is love, there is passion … and there is blood.

Blood on your hands for not letting them be. For her loving the "wrong" person. For them standing out of your binary boxes. For him being your kid.

You don't want them because they are "confused". You fill your glass, not with wine but with something bitter. On your lips, the taste from what once was making them breathe !

And it was red. The colour of everyone's blood.


Orange : There is healing and celebration, but…

How can we heal from your words, from your actions ?

Doing everything you can so that I will look like you, talk like you, love like you, … and be a fool like you ? June is not only for celebration, it was and is a riot. Fists high up in the air, coloring our bodies with the rainbow in our eyes, so that no more people will cry.


Yellow : There is sunlight, there is happiness… and there is burning.

Burning, because you talk about yourself as if you were the sun. As if we should obey you. Scars on our skin, because no one gave us sunscreen. Please, someone give us shelter so we can rest. And be happy.


Green : Green, the colour of our forests. Forests you destroy just like us.

Green, the colour of nature. We are part of nature. I'm not a virus. The only unnatural thing is your so-called phobia. It's not a phobia, it's hate. Disgust floating in the air and making it hard for us to breathe when we walk on the same path as you. We belong here.


Indigo : There is peace, there is calm … while we are drowning.

In an ocean of what is true and what is false, I drown. Who am I ? No. Who am I allowed to be ? … Is that all ? Nothing else ? Nothing more ? I can't see myself in your description and your limits for us. I crave for something beyond. 

A land to be free. Free is all I want to be.


One last time.

Violet : Our spirit, our identity. Nothing more. But it should be enough. I hope.

I shouldn't need to tell you a thousand times what my pronouns are, or that I don't love like you do ! That we suffer. My coming out shouldn't be needed. Accept me and get over it.

Saying I'm lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans, queer, questioning, intersex, pansexual, two-spirit, androgynous, asexual, aromantic, aroace, agender, unlabeled, genderfluid, nonbinary, no- … no matter what, shouldn't be something to be ashamed of.

Shouldn't make me stutter. Shouldn't make me shake.


Queer, we are weird, in fact. That's who we are. We're not a joke.

It's not "Oh my gosh, look ! He seems so gay !" Oh, you think it's just a random sentence ? 

Shut up. We are not a joke ! We are souls that can be broken by your stupidity !

We are colorful. We are a rainbow.

But as long as you shut our mouths, it'll mostly be red.

A bloody rainbow.

Envoyé: 15:38 Mon, 25 March 2024 by : Préponiot-Roche Maëllys age : 15