Adolescence came up with a conflicted identity,
But they often called it ‘My audacity’.
And questioned my orientation
Discerned my suspired hesitation.
The world run by the organs
Between our legs,
Need to be different in partners
The society begs.
To all the ‘supposedly normal’
I know they do not care
They obstruct me to love
But still, I dare.
They ought to suppress my voice
With a cacophonic noise
For the society never validates
The fervent homophilic mates.
I screech with pain
Am I really not sane?
Years of awareness, all in vain?
Don’t push me down, in the same drain.
Nobody hears my desire’s piercing cry
It takes a lot to hold her once.
It takes a lot to smack on her cheeks
At least once, before I die.
Does ‘Free Will’ truly exist?
I wondered looking at my fist
Today, my pleasure is my choice.
Today, I have a louder voice.
Clogged up equity
By homophobic reality,
I refuse to hear,
I spurn to bear.
I’ve decided to be on my own,
Among them, I’ll be the lone,
In my comfort zone.
I’ll obey my hormone
Since to me, a winsome world only she has shown.
A poetry on the marginalised who have a different sexual preference and do not require any one else’s allowance to make a choice.
Rajanya
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