Some solicitude can not be penned,too much for words to clench,an affliction heavier than poetry,i can't carry so I store it away,shield it in asafe space deep down.
maybe that's why am so whirlwind to drop to my knees,lung filled with pleads for the sky because it hurts to stand with weights I can't say.so I have learned to remember everthing with my words,pen and paper the only connection I have with life.....

Gay life is about accepting who we are
Is about holding on to the reckons that someday life will be much easier in a  world where we could say we are in love without discrimination
A world where we could move freely without inspect
A world without homophobic being
A world were we are not simulated to blend in
A world where we are not denied equal rights based on religion
They say being gay is a choice BT if it was for me to decide then, I could have said I just want to be optimistic and courtesy
Being gay is about being proud of who we are no matter what(accepting oneself)
**** is where I belong

My name is Lucy but the great unwashed knows me well by the name Dontre,
don't ask where that dub  came from coz I'm pretty sure I don't even know the story behind it (laughs).
If we've ever crossed path by know you know I'm different,at odds from what the community perceives a girl should look like.......people from my community would label me as a stud  (honestly speaking I don't do well with labels ) but from the contemporary world they would call me a walking demon,devil an outcast atleast those are the few I can remember.
You are probably wondering why they would call me such vicious names so let me expound.
In senior year back in highschool I deduced something about myself......Me and my agemates  we were all raised to believe that a girl should one day walk down the aisle to meet their 'John' and get married to him but see it was divergent  for me,fact  is I wanted to become espoused to  'Samantha' not 'John.'
I knew I liked girls but ofcourse no one would accept me for who I am (the world is full of homophobic humans)so I kept it to myself hid it in that safe place deep down until I was worn out of living a lie.
An year ago you would ask me how it felt to live in the closet and I would tell you good coz it's no one's business to savvy my concealed  existence  but ask me now how it feels been out and I will tell you that I made my private life people's duty coz I don't care anymore what they think of me,,,  I am me