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
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