I am trapped; Shut in a dark room where I have forgotten the brightness of light. I live in this darkness in eternal fear. I am afraid of predation; a fat snake coils around me. It stiffens my body, and I can barely breath in comfort.
As its leathery skin chills my bare back, The snake whispers in my ear Its serpentine truths with forked tongues and forked beliefs. The snake whispers to me my inevitable demise. The snake nibbles at my ear, drawing blood and injecting venom.
In the darkness, Where two's a crowd, and yet I'm alone, I question my own existence. Why was I born to see The black of this rustic veil. The snake tells me the fictitious truth Of the sinful anomaly of my existence.
I cry, But tear up only the toxicity Of this serpentine society. I smile, And I promise that this smile is true For just the image of freedom Is a euphoric drug to fix the pain.
But today is a momentous day. A door has opened in the shapeless darkness That reared me into my beautiful self. The blind snake cringes aback, Dragging me further from the bright shine. But its reach isn't far enough to shut that door.
I may die of asphyxia, But I won't die blind. I may die in the darkness, But I won't die alone. For the door let in not only light, But a ray of dazzling hope.
The snake may **** me, Heck, it can eat me up. Because I have seen light and I have seen fire. This bird has tasted freedom, And I'll burst into flames.
I am a phoenix of seven colours.
This poem was written when Article 377 was abolished in India, legalising consensual homosexual *** in the country.