It was not a secret shame
I kept closeted to protect
My family name
I just came out
Questioning
Everything
Myself
My town
My teachers
**** the preachers
My books
My loves
My looks
I denied nothing
Truth is in the searching
A cycle
Knowing that we do not know
Finding old inclinations archaic
Finding one’s own weakness
And embracing it
Then destroying it
So I came out confused
Still taking ****
But open
And ready to learn