Written by Vincent Lin from China They often say, no rainbow without rain. Well, the water’s poured all monsoon season — unending, interminable, rainbowless. Water curtains flood, dappled with my despair, friendships too broken to repair, my life tangled like hair. “Sissy!” calls my “friend”, and no one lends a helping hand. Under dazzling neon lights, they’re all fake as my feigned delight. Oh please... tell me what I’ve done wrong, for being born this way — born
