lupins
stand out
like a yellow raincoat
on a gloomy day

the people here are
storm clouds
creeping in
on my beautiful day

the water.
my god the water.
i never knew
that ocean made me
come alive
until i moved here

ignorance
runs rampant
through these streets
“We’re tolerant and accepting”
they say.
they’re lying.  

the cotton candy skies
reflected
in the unforgiving ocean
boats cut through
the waves
simply trying
to stay afloat

rumours
spread faster
than you can say
“wait. that’s not true.”
do they care?
no
as long as they aren’t
the ones being
thrown
to the wolves

the sun
dipping below the horizon
groping the sky
with its tendrils
of colour
caressing the ocean
on its way down

voices around me
d
   r
      i
         p
            p
               i
                  n
                      g
with disdain
like the clouds
leaking
on a cold fall day
why?
because i’m different
god forbid
you have the nerve
to be different
on this island

they pretend
to be accepting
they pretend
to care
they pretend
to love you
it’s all a facade
thank god the views are beautiful
because the people here?
their souls sure aren’t.