Accepting myself,was the easiest task,
I looked,sounded,even felt like one,
Strong minded,witty,everyone knew,
I made sure of that,no challenges,
I lived in peace,everybody peachy,
Well except the homophobes,that is,
Willingly I tried,to change how I felt,
So I could straighten up,feel new,
One year straight,in that dark hole,
I become someone else,
Not gay not straight.
I couldn't decide anything,I didn't regret a thing,
I can leave my life now,I said,
Free at last,free at last,
I chanted..and I believed,
And u gotta be kidding me,
All it took was a smile.
The fucker shine bright,like the damn sun,
When or eyes met,he bowed down,
Whilsting, he came,
Sat,folded his hands,tried to hide his smile,
I could think of ways,to make him scream,
Apparently,I said that out loud
"Yes sir",he murmured,
Voice steady,small,I felt me come to life,
"Same place,same time"I said,
No room for arguments,he left,
Looked kind of sad,but Christ!,
I had to do research.
The second day,I showed up,
With a proposition in mind,did it formally,
But not once,did I entertain the thought,
He could be bad for me, because I trusted me,and my instinct,
Everydamn day,am proud of it
Ups and downs,got married,
Storms and floods, adopted,
We lived,loved,did everything,
So when my son told me he was gay,
All I could say was
"You are lucky buddy".
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Poetry"The beautiful thing about art is it makes our scars look beautiful...the beauty hurts." It's about exposing our inner selves in normal things we do..eat...laugh..breaking hearts..in that beautiful,magical and mysterious way we call...poetry
