Gay as a Canary
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Struggling with being a homosexual is unnecessary and there are equally many unecessary ways of dealing with it. Accept yourself for who you are in ways you aren’t instructed in doing so. Just be you.
A canary caged within the trap of metal mounted in decor,
Is but a song that’s heard by those unafraid of floors.
A canary kept in the thicket in what we pretend of nature,
Is but a break for beaks in walled-in nomenclature.
Throw the thicket in the metal and melt the two in one,
Into a song sung twice between a broken chance of bone.
A canary freed from cages hung before its wicked glimpse,
Is but a baffled bird before a reckoning of practiced wince.
And a canary led into a cave is but a beckoning of its call,
To warn that which of circumstance that signals fear to fall.
First the fear to fall has felt a need for wired cage,
The fear of freedom which feigns a fall by others’ rage.
Second the safety of open airs seems harmless in its wake,
Yet pins protrude from plains in sights despite its own fake sake.
The third pretends a chance to break from bonds ensured before,
A slave’s own shackles broken by the lies whose fingers swore.
The fourth is but a folly most known by donkey’s who belong,
To those who know the lengths of which to understand King Kong.
To be a gay man is one through four, and my message should have shown,
Fear, freedom, safety, and acceptance are all fallacies we’ve all known.
I’m sorry but I won’t pretend to feel free in a cage that we’ve intended,
Or feel warm within a bubbling broth of brotherhood we’ve invented.
For I’ve been a canary trapped in a cage or led into a cave,
That I’ve invented in my mind as has the transition to a slave.
Cages and caves are but a glimpse of what we must see as clues,
To feel towards those who imagine them, as canaries, and say “F” “U”.
Copyright © Brendan J. Simons | Year Posted 2019