I was Afraid Of how you would look; How you would feel. I waited patiently for you When my mama told me you were full of sin That you were dirty That people wouldn’t look at you the same. Or that they wouldn’t let you be around their kids Because gay was too harmful And I had to cage you. Told you that I never want to be you Denied you. And at 26 I’ve come to terms that the only way to happiness is to be honest Is to be boi and proud of it.














