I have heard that being
a homosexual comes
with a price, a jumbled
diction drifting into deep
dilemmas and trembling
domains.  I have heard
that the world will see
you differently and try
to ostracize your existence.
I have heard that a real man
is molded from hard blazing
bricks, built from the deepest
bridges of brilliant artistry.
To be a strong man and live
in this world, one must cast
out any temptations that
conflict with your true creation,
one must channel every fiber
of their platform into an
astonishing mansion made
from the toughest bricks
unknown to mankind.
But I am here as a gay
man living the language
of love, embracing the
circle of life, the colorful
depictions encompassing
me, bright purple shadows
beside my light, the horizon
of clouds above my canvas.
I am closer to my truth and
understand the rhythm
of every awakening wave –
the upbeat trees twirling
in thrilling tranquility, fragrant
flowers beaming in bright
designs, city streets a captivating
sensation of amazing fascinations.