Each person feels a certain kind of pride.
Vanity. Arrogance. Hubris. Dignity. Respect. Confidence. Gratification. Warmth.
For me, pride is loving who I am.
For me, pride is seeing others like me, and loving them for who they are.
For me, pride marches through the streets with its head held high
carrying signs that rise above the sea of bodies
moving its potent forces of color and will and words and peace
stirring within us the idea that we can be stronger, that we can do better
that the world is for us and not against us, and that there is a world for everyone.
And no matter what we do,
no matter what we say,
no matter what we are,
we must surround ourselves in love and love and love and love.