For people who want to read it here: June wakes in color—soft, yet loud, a thousand hearts beneath one cloud. The streets don't whisper anymore, they sing, each voice a thread, each thread a wing. A rainbow spills across the day, not just in sky, but in the way a hand is held without a fear, a name is spoken, clear and dear. It's laughter stitched in every hue, old wounds learning how to undo, it's "you are you" and "that is enough," even when the world gets rough. Flags like rivers, bold and wide, carry stories no one hides— of every "almost gave up" night turning slowly into light. So here's to pride, not just a month, but every step, and every front where someone chose to simply be— and that became their victory -anyala_scratch
