Hard To Be Civil
There is a bang to our
Personality.
We have accepted our
sexuality.
We are full of
Nervous energy.
No confusion with
Our Identity.
We are of sound mind
And Conscience.
Feel the intensity,
The time is upon us.
We stuff down
Our feelings.
With us there is no
Concealing.
Ready to snap and full
Of anger.
It spreads through us like
Cancer.
Confused about
Being alive.
It's a miracle any of
Us survive.
Feeling guilty, inadequate, and
Shameful.
It makes it difficult to remain
Stable.
Drug and alcohol abuse is a
Common occurrence.
We can go the distance,
We have endurance.
Discrimination is openly
Expected.
We are treated like
Were infected.
So much internalized
Homophobia.
It's not all rainbows and
Utopia.
You're not always going
To be accepted.
The looks, comments,
You feel disconnected.
When you're told that
Your evil.
It makes it hard to
Be civil.
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Copyright © Debbie Middaugh | Year Posted 2022
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