The greatest thing about being me
Is that I never have to be bothered
About accommodating my gay lifestyle
With what society conceives to be acceptable
In their glamorized, normalized world
Advising me that I am not me
That what I presume is conclusive
Is, in fact, inconclusive, that in time
I will become aware of the fact that
Being with another man is not the place I need to be

I can’t go back to where I was before
I never want to feel like freezing
In heavy, slippery snowstorms
Feeling deformed, stormed, forlorn
Adorned in descending dreams
Chilled beats beneath my feet
Peerless tears drizzling like raindrops
Down my shadowed face, and they won’t stop

I will never be damaged, hopelessly rolling drunk
In distressed, compressed circumstances
Listening to what the world has to say
About my homosexual temperament
I am a graceful and glowing pearl
A resplendent, stellar trinket
Poeticizing the diction that intrigues my system
More like exemplifying the life
I lead that has freed me