Don't admire
Or look up to me.
I AM AN OBJECT
OF SHAME.
She's ashamed
Of making love
To me.
They're ashamed
To let their
Family know,
I've been a part
For theirs
For years now.
The others
Are also ashamed
Of me,
Because heaven
Forbid,
The children know
Who they
Really love,
Or to show
It.
It matters not
That my poetry
Saves live.
It is NOTHING
To any of them,
Only what
“others”
think.
She's a fat
Weird bald chick
Who's invaded
The home
And bedroom…
A secret
To be kept
In the closet,
The object
Of shame,
To be hidden
From those
Whom they love…
I am not loved,
I am hidden,
Forbidden,
More lust,
Than true love,
More fear
Than the object
Of affection.
What am I worth?
I am worth
Being kept
In the closet,
Because
That is the world
We have fashioned…
!@#$%^&*()
I don't want
This world,
Your judgment,
You fear of your kids
Finding out,
Because heaven forbid
Any of them ever
Grow up
To have positive
Gay or bisexual
Figures
Who love
Their parents!!!!!
We talk about
The poor KIDS
Who have died
From suicide
And how could we!?!?!
You did and ARE
Doing it to ME!!!
The only thing
You are teaching your kids
Is to be afraid
Of unconventional
Models of love,
Condoning
The SILENCE
Of Social bullies…
The grown up kinds.
So if you have issues
With someone
As loving
And amazing
As me
Sleeping in
Your house
Or your bed,
…
Take a look
In the mirror
And judge that
Not me.
“It's complicated…”
Is an excuse
For your fear
Being perpetuated
Into the next generation!
