My feathers are not your fishing lure

My tick box won’t buy you favour

The pot at the end of my rainbow

Is full of riches you didn’t pay for

Don’t bank on my love; it’s not yours

Don’t try sell me my own heart

And before you offer me support

Check:

Are you just playing the part?

Did you fight for this glory?

Have you weathered the undesirable stares?

Or do you feel lucky, no – relieved

When the awkward questions are spared?

Parity, not charity, that’s what I want

You don’t get snaps for joining a fad

When it matters, you’re nonchalant

So, keep my rainbow out of your ad