Some people would call me queer
shorthand for the letters’ span
each with meaning by themselves
far outside the normative
that Holy Grail of life’s charade
that many claim to be the rule
the criteria for all of life
at last revealed as a lie

the marked difference is denied
as expression in nature’s vibe
instead dire demons are retrieved
from the book with no reprieve
death is exclaimed as the route
for the travelers outside the norm
the alphabet spells the doom
for those embracing grammar’s joke

invoked with blood on purposed hands
the righteous circle once again
wearing masks of false repute
when disgust is all they feel
blessed purity turns to hate
tells itself that all is right
if only others finally purged
to make room for comfort’s balm

only light can **** the shade
ask the pundits to leave the stage
query fear to ponder life
perhaps a human won’t be denied
still I walk in danger’s space
because the truth is relevant
being queer is not a choice
it’s my normal in letter’s span.

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