I remember that fateful day when I came to the world stating who I ‘m meant to be with no doubt of circumstance the world reacted with no shock an exclamation that was approved my statements rang upon their ears expectations then confirmed
first I said I was a straight orientation all should have with desires that did not extend beyond vanilla curds and whey longing for the opposite blessed by holy words inscribed no confusion about the match with the slotted plumbing bits
then I said I was a cis knowing gender was ascribed by the lady or the lad with nothing else to be had identity was sanctified by the stamp of Eden’s dawn lasting after tainted fall binary will carry on
duality has been disclosed bared to a world that does not care when the expected is exposed instead of horrors outside the curve the normative was my groove if only all could feel the same they should take the same risk to come out as the approved.
The poem “The Approved” is about the fateful day that cishet people come out of their respective closets. Cishet is an abbreviation of cisgendered heterosexual: a person that identifies as the *** they were born as and are attracted to the opposite.