DISCLAIMER: This poem, in NO WAY, reflects how or who I am. It is written solely for the purpose of entertainment in poetic form and to show my support for the lifestyle it is about in a creative way. In no way does the cover photo represent how or who I am or my lifestyle. I do my own cover art and, therefore, use myself in various images to depict characters.

COMING OUT

Sitting in a spare room, away from 'The Norms'

Are pieces of me

All alone, in a cold world

Waiting to be set free

Be weary of 'The Norms'

You are their enemy

And they will stop at nothing

Until you bow down to their conformity

You're like a bio-hazardous material

Everyone wants to dispose of you

In protests, bans, and civil disorder

You are far from being equal

At least you have a window

To wish for your dreams on blinking stars

I too, wish you can all come out

And not be locked behind these unequal bars

God help their souls when they are free, setting into motion their own demise

And when they receive tongue lashings of religious outcry

The mercenaries of extremists will all join hands

And call for this "unholy" entity's excommunication from their lands

"Maybe one day," I tell them

"You too, can be accepted

And join the ranks of 'The Norms'

In a world far from hectic"

We can move to Seattle

When we are older

And live far away

From all of this disorder

There are plenty of other worries in the world

Than how someone is

Like the economic instability

And corruptive politics

Until that day comes, I shall join you

And never roam about

Together we shall wait as one

And maybe one day, I can come out