Because there's hate where I saw love. He kissed him and they cuddled their baby and it was beautiful. A child in this life warm and healthy and adored and I couldn't see the abomination at all. The newspaper flashing terrible images of rape and murder and no vengeance angel filled the sky with fury, dashing warlords against the rocks. The wicked prosper.
And I danced an intricate pattern, feet skidding across the platform, arms windmilling for balance amongst the minefields. I refuse to believe XY is innately superior to XX, and I will not hold my tongue. You created a world of fireworks and then told us to close our eyes to the blazing glorious sky. The vibrant colours seared against my eyelids and I couldn't resist anymore; I looked and spheres of exotica exploded around me as the universe burst outward in a kaleidoscopic shudder of joy.
Cage shattered, I stepped out in wonder. I was free.
I wrote this in response to an Indie Ink writing challenge from Debra, whose prompt was "Let Freedom Ring!" I challenged Bran with "waking up for the last time." Since this is something I hesitate to write about, it fits with the red writing hood link-up as well, which asked us to step outside of our comfort zones.