I was called faggot one too many times.
So, I’m rarely surprised at “Broseph Crimes.”
It’s gay & that’s gay; just conjugate “gay”.
Imagine I’m saying this Soohooper gay.
Gay face, gay voice & gay taste: trifecta.
Why would I hide this rainbow fiesta?
My closet was glass; but I didn’t know.
Each looky-loo passing by had a go.
I could never conceal; but I could run.
The speed of sprinting often felt like fun.
The past informs & I hide nothing now.
Shame can be burned off by pride, if allowed.

