My World Apart
Many people look at me confused in this diffused place that I call home. Its as if I am alien in this alienated habitat of mine; is it my breath that scares them off; is it my unkempt hair; is it my crooked smile. This place that I call home holds a family of five though its missing one in the picture frames; who is it you ask; me the tenant the one in the family that we could say is the outcast; the loner; the unknown. Although choosing to be invisible in my home I am quite visible; my actions or lack there of; my placement; my doings and goings my life; all that is wished to be unknown but is the topic of conversation while I am present as well as absent. Either way I have no just cause for defense to the plea is INSANITY. Insanity that I go through from day to day; Insanity that I live with the one they call mom but I call bitch; skank; illicit whore if I might add. These congregations of the insane seem to have a different take on this notion; opposing the infliction to suppose that I am the insane in this household. My walk; my talk; my style and dress not to mention for a lack of a better term my gayness. My sexuality is perverse in my home; at my school; in my work; it's difficult to show face in a world that wished not to see. Even with the more than generous amounts of make-up worn day in and day out. I try to cover the blemishes; the scars of red; brown; yellow; and black. But even with all the cover up the truth is still in motion. My denomination though popular in the largest of cities; small populations hate and criticize my specie; my kind; my supposed preference. They react to me as vermin; as pure evil itself; an ABOMINATION! They're queries of FAGGOT; rummage. I am not hurt at least for the time being; I stay strong not letting them see what I will soon feel. After letting their words settle and be comprehended. My heart aches not only for myself in this place I call home filled with the insane and the visually impaired. It aches for the stubborn; the traditional; the fearful at heart. Wanting and needing for acceptance; acceptance that they are so adamant in acquiring and zealous for not letting me attain it. But I strive on; OH do believe I strive; I will not cry; I will not scream; I will not be weaken but your blows; I will continue to dress; I will continue to speak; OH YES I will speak for my kind; your kind. .Mankind. I will be like Gabriel's horn opening the gates of heaven; or better yet spreading light to thine eyes and souls; to see.that man regardless of sex; color; gender or habit; shall be how he has always been.you.
Many people look at me confused in this diffused place that I call home. Its as if I am alien in this alienated habitat of mine; is it my breath that scares them off; is it my unkempt hair; is it my crooked smile. This place that I call home holds a family of five though its missing one in the picture frames; who is it you ask; me the tenant the one in the family that we could say is the outcast; the loner; the unknown. Although choosing to be invisible in my home I am quite visible; my actions or lack there of; my placement; my doings and goings my life; all that is wished to be unknown but is the topic of conversation while I am present as well as absent. Either way I have no just cause for defense to the plea is INSANITY. Insanity that I go through from day to day; Insanity that I live with the one they call mom but I call bitch; skank; illicit whore if I might add. These congregations of the insane seem to have a different take on this notion; opposing the infliction to suppose that I am the insane in this household. My walk; my talk; my style and dress not to mention for a lack of a better term my gayness. My sexuality is perverse in my home; at my school; in my work; it's difficult to show face in a world that wished not to see. Even with the more than generous amounts of make-up worn day in and day out. I try to cover the blemishes; the scars of red; brown; yellow; and black. But even with all the cover up the truth is still in motion. My denomination though popular in the largest of cities; small populations hate and criticize my specie; my kind; my supposed preference. They react to me as vermin; as pure evil itself; an ABOMINATION! They're queries of FAGGOT; rummage. I am not hurt at least for the time being; I stay strong not letting them see what I will soon feel. After letting their words settle and be comprehended. My heart aches not only for myself in this place I call home filled with the insane and the visually impaired. It aches for the stubborn; the traditional; the fearful at heart. Wanting and needing for acceptance; acceptance that they are so adamant in acquiring and zealous for not letting me attain it. But I strive on; OH do believe I strive; I will not cry; I will not scream; I will not be weaken but your blows; I will continue to dress; I will continue to speak; OH YES I will speak for my kind; your kind. .Mankind. I will be like Gabriel's horn opening the gates of heaven; or better yet spreading light to thine eyes and souls; to see.that man regardless of sex; color; gender or habit; shall be how he has always been.you.