Peace

The war against the rainbow has ceased.

Slurs dissolve in the rain

And sunshine welcomes the reign of acceptance.

We eat pronouns like cherries on cake

And they don’t turn our stomachs anymore.

People are no longer magnets

Because North and North attract

And South kisses South, hand in hand,

On a safer street.

My skin is a ballgown and I dance

On the graves of bigotry. The past

Stirs like dust beneath my feet

But I know there is hope

Because I have seen even

Little Generosities Breed Tolerance.

Gwenllian Rees

14-16 years old

Ysgol Calon Cymru, Builth Wells Campus