i have a gay
friend, who acts like
a gay friend,
in the open
he comes swaying and
loudly laughing and with the
way he holds his glass
and sips his wine
he is indeed, if you go
beyond the human form,
and into the mind,
indeed he is a beautiful
woman.
what confuses me is
when i utter that he is gay,
he gets so angry and would
not even hesitate
to slap me.
is this a case of just see
and watch
but not to say what is it?
or what really is?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem