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

thecoffeeboyComing Out • Opuss № I