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Marcus Alexander Green Poem
The night turns into day
Here I am once again, gay
Confused
Disassociated and abused.
Though, I was born this way
It was a life to choose
Mentally I faltered talking on an image
Lacking self-respect for who I was
Of who I chose to be
Consider it an open invitation for humiliation and discrimination
Or consider it a conversation between the right and wrong in you
The weak and strong in you
Still the night turns into day
As the month’s fade to years
But who am I to shed a tear
Who am I to not be okay
With being gay
Copyright © Marcus Alexander Green | Year Posted 2016
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Marcus Alexander Green Poem
Looking
Alone in my shadows
With no windows to see through
To see you see me looking
The hardship of day starts and still here I am lost in the dark
Soaked in guilty sweat
Bumping pass things unseen, while searching for my self means
Unknowing and unsure
Carrying my regrets, striving for that open door
Looking
Alone
Look for me as I look for me
And you won’t find me anywhere
Because I’m still looking
And eventually, I’ll get there
Looking
Copyright © Marcus Alexander Green | Year Posted 2016
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