Out and About
I dedicate this personal poem of mine to all of the people who are alive because they are different.
Out and About
For six long days and nights,
I lied and shed many tears.
I would wake up with a fright;
I had a secret kept for years.
On the same days and nights,
There was food I didn't eat.
Whenever I don't feel right
I'd take poison for a treat.
At first I tried to ignore it.
I tried to treat it as a phase.
But there's no use denying it;
I became trapped in a haze.
To get it off your chest
Is a big and difficult task.
They'll say you're not the best
And your loved ones will ask.
Mama became very concerned.
She knew I wasn't this way before.
When she attempted to discern,
"I promise to tell you why", I swore.
Fear strapped me in a straitjacket
To torture me each night and day.
I yearned to come out of the closet,
I want to show and tell I'm gay.
However, Papa is a Christian
Who gave me gifts from above.
"Being yourself has a reason
My son," he told me with love.
But I tripped myself down the hill
When I came out online.
Even though I received good will
I knew I crossed the line.
Mama, Papa, I have one thing to say;
Together, we'll make it through.
You never did make me this way
And I will always love you two.
I've had enough, I'm out and about.
There's no more time to waste.
My existence threw the vial out
To get rid of the horrible taste.
Since birth I've had a voice
To share my own opinion.
Each day I have to rejoice
In my way of expression.
I have no plans to run away
But I now know how to ride.
Indeed, I am here to stay
With what people call Pride.