Why I fly my colours high

I have heard it all before,
I have been called unnatural, a Monster and a whore.

I have heard I should exist no more,
I have been targeted because of those I care for.

Yet I still go on with colours High,
With pins and Flags, like a battle cry.
Having heard many Question Why?

Because I have had this hurt already,
Rather me than those more unsteady.

I have heard the questions asked in hate,
I am willing to have that debate.

In hope that all can understand, it is not a choice,
to speak for that inside voice.

It can get truly tiring,
To stand in the line for all that firing.

So after all this, why am I still out and loud?
So that all can be who they are, without a doubt.