The Who I Am

Portrait as real me Sometimes I feel. I should have been born an abortion. I was born with a life laid down for me. And I'm confused. I'm not the boy my mother brought up to be. I'm not the pussy loving guy my peers think I am. But . I wonder how this world is. There are those who never see the greatness in a man, those who will never see me as anything more than a cocksucker- Yet I am a poet too. Even as I speak. Some is baying for my blood. Everyday I struggle to break chains And all I want is to live peacefully, My body not being paraded as an outcast, Not to be stared, when I walk with my lover! And I swear I'm saturated with the absorption of all this hate. Why cant this world let everyone be? I have come home ,ran into the deepest of waters. All I offer is my true love.

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