Gay Is The New Black Poem by Holden Solo

Gay Is The New Black



Gay is the new black.
and I can only picture
people
walking their dogs
in a large urban park
somewhere

wearing gay
around their necks
to keep warm.

And I sit
and watch
as young women with

the latest gay bag
in their gay footwear
obliviously step

over the piles
of dull homeless
dressed all in straight.

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