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Some
people are in denial of sexual identity. In my case, years ago, I felt like a
character in the wrong novel, being made to fit a story line to which nothing
about me could relate, so how on earth was anyone else supposed to?
Most of
us have been there, for a while at least. It is worse than being in prison
because there are no bars on windows or locks on doors, only a growing
desperation to be somewhere else. Oh, we
can play the blame game for as long as we like regarding the unfairness of being where we are, but we have no one
to blame for staying there except
ourselves.
True, world religions and various cultural 'taboos' don't exactly encourage gay people to think well of themselves, but think well of ourselves we should. We do not chose to be gay, it has to be in the genes or else there would not be millions of us around the world. Choice comes with whether or not we look the world in the eye or let it browbeat us into staying in a cold, lonely closet.
True, world religions and various cultural 'taboos' don't exactly encourage gay people to think well of themselves, but think well of ourselves we should. We do not chose to be gay, it has to be in the genes or else there would not be millions of us around the world. Choice comes with whether or not we look the world in the eye or let it browbeat us into staying in a cold, lonely closet.
DELIVERANCE
Heart
heavy, sight dim
after
years of pain, searching
for whom
I so yearned
to give
my life meaning beyond
getting
up every morning
and going
to bed at night, plotting
ways and
means to get through
he next
day, nothing going right,
like a
character in a novel
crying to
its creator for deliverance
from
conventional fiction
wasted on
caricature left craving
a gay
storyline
Heart
light, seeing clear
now
there’s you to give me purpose,
a joy I
never knew
although
in my dreams I’d kiss you,
feel your
arms close around
my
trembling body, hacking away
at
caricature, setting me free;
Now, letting
a finer spirit course me,
lending
the strength of two
so I may love
you too; no pulp fiction
sucking
up to society’s gripes.
but
drama-documentary dispelling
its
stereotypes
Gay love,
some (still) say, is a lie,
but we know better, you and I
Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2012
[Note: An
earlier version of this poem appears on the blog as well as in 1st eds. of The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004.]
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