Pride

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.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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