BTT #80: When you are Queer.

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When you are queer,

It doesn’t matter

To anybody one way

Or the other

Until you are visible,

And then suddenly

It sometime seems

Everybody cares,

But not always

In a good way.

For example,

One brother

Is always there to listen

And share my tears,

And the other won’t even

Let me apologize for my

Last argument, the one

Where I called him Lisa,

But just remains

Stubbornly silent,

Not answering the phone

In many years.

                        And then

There was that one day

I lost my job,

I don’t care what they say

Everybody knows the

Only reason was just

Because I couldn’t hide

Any longer that I had to live

Free and open,

Beautiful, trans and gay.

                        Now I have

To scramble and work

More hours

For less pay,

                        But that

At least was not draped

In false kindness.

                        But when the

Temple doors were closed

To my entry

                        It was not

Out of a lack of trying

Or an abundance of sin,

                        But was only a

Mindless

Unwavering boundary

Over which I was

Embraced blankly and was

Whispered that they loved me,

But could no longer

Let me in.

                        Oh, there were

Tears,

                        And there were

Sighs,

                        And everywhere

Multitudes of eyes,

Really just ostentations

Filling out a peacock’s tail,

Full of fanning gleam

                        And glitter,

That won’t open to even

The slightest light

Or brilliant beam,

                                    Closed

To even the very smallest

Little gay

Glimmer.

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            -Lona Gynt, October 2022, All Rights Reserved.

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Linked to dVerse Open Link Poetry Night hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg.

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Here is the link

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https://dversepoets.com/2022/10/27/open-link-night-325-and-so-the-story-goes/#comment-365704

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