Mariah “Beyond Your Definition” Barber
Pride Poem
Looking back through my camera roll, I took a photo on Pride
With a toothy grin, I’m laughing
For all the things that tried to kill me and didn’t
Couldn’t because I be a riot
Turned March
For the times they called me and didn’t realize it was a callback
To how they felt about themselves, for how they gay bashed me to the ground
But seeds grow in the soil, and this be sunflower skin
Today I’m thankful for the times they tried to prey upon me instead of pray for me
But I still be a blessing & the queers said amen
& the Minister of music walked with a swish in his hip and the altos, sopranos, and tenors;
All had a gay in their section to lift their voices
And you better be grateful because queer in church
Is the only reason y’all sounded good & not pitchy
& that’s why I know I be a god created in her image
Fact that they called me a faggot, a burning bush & once
A burning bush was the only way a disciple could hear our Savior's voice
This body be the bread, so make space at your table & call us again
This time by our chosen names—call us gods and everything in between
We took the places you locked us out of and made a new holy altar
Made clothes out of leftovers—still a snack in them and a meal
When you ain’t give us a seat at the table, we made capes out of table cloths
Made life out of brokenness
Made love out of bitterness
So taste the rainbow
Not in corporate schemes or whitewashed images of Pride 2025
But in the eye of every queer youth that aged because they decided it does get better
With semicolon-tatted wrists
Be proud cause of Marsha
Cause of your reflection in the mirror mosaic of all the brokenness
You made smooth stained glass out of
Because you made it despite them trying to tear the rainbow from the sky
You still all shine
Mariah “Beyond Your Definition” Barber placed 20th in the Womxn of the World Poetry Slam and 19th in the Stonewall International Poetry Slam and co-chairs the DC Board of StartOut, an organization supporting LGBTQ+ startup founders.