17 August 2012
"Behold!"They said.
"blasphemy!"
And my hands shook,
And my legs cramped,
Because on that stage I stood,
With nails of my own,
And a crown the color of a rainbow,
They didn't nail me,
But I was spat at and then forgotten,
For I could not behold,
I could only be bold,
Feeling what I felt,
Suffering the sting of a belt.
I wanted to be free
Coming Out • Opuss № I