I have much to say
beyond the stanza’s meager breadth
those few words can’t reveal
life prescribed beyond the bounds
of staid boxes painted gray
arranged in rows to my dismay
these aren’t enough to contain
expression of identity

some would judge this deviant
normality passed along the way
I hope to shift this certitude
from damnation to something else
perhaps opinion could be shaped
by expression that’s elegant
or just the truth put to voice
stating life beyond their scope

if only poems had this weight
to shift the minds of questioners
those disbelievers set in ways
disallowing variance
until that time I’ll press the words
to the page for comfort’s sake
believing these may convey
shared discord of joint consent.

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