Bent

So I am a bit bent

My mind twists and it turns

It’s mopey and happy

Lost, found, then returns.

Not by choice nor by want

This identity haunts

Through tribulations

The trials and many I’ve sought.

House of glass you think

To just judge with a blink

‘Tho your eye that beholds

Gleams scary and cold.

Our choice you all say

As if one can just know

Pompous, ridiculous

Mass bigotry flows.

In churches and houses

The schools and the gym

Beliefs you are better

That we are living in sin.

I say I am the same 

As you and as him

I am really no different

What I am is no whim.

I am a bit bent

There I said it again

I’m gay and I’m proud

In this message I send.

Laurie B. Ballard... January 24, 2012