Presentation has a price
when the world hates with pride
confident that they're fully right
with beliefs on their side
born of dogma the past exclaimed
or toxic fears that betray
both lead to hurdles placed
for the act of coming out
here's the joke played on us
those who should care the most
by writ of blood or consequence
embody poisons and not progress
thus to hide in plain sight
or shed the blood from a life
becomes the path many take
when acceptance comes too late.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20191011.
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