Coming out of the closet.
Declaring to the world I’m a faggot.
When did we hear the same from a heterosexual?
Don’t be telling me it’s not essential.

Male hearts pounded with deep blue frustration;
Aching lips quivered for penetration.
Fearless giants born strong and empowered;
We lay back waiting to be devoured.

I bowed my White guilt over the scapegoat;
Let their axe of demonisation fall.
Remembered how they blamed me for their ills;
Culture is more than a name on a wall.

We grew in noxious soil and fed on dirt;
We yearned for just a moment without hurt.
Our selfishness ensured all felt abused;
Every apple fell shrivelled and bruised.

His masculine scent entranced me,
Hidden in a dense wood.
The moon illuminated him,
And held me where I stood.

You ached to escape our boisterous world;
Craved the smooth caress of porcelain skin.
You inhaled his creamy strawberry scent;
Dreamed of the ecstasy that lay within.

Men loved me with their violating hands;
Menacing words whispered their vile demands.
An insatiable need to devour;
Corrupted my soul with wretched power.

Your kindness took my hand and held my gaze,
Giving me what my father would withhold.
Each night I swirled inside your savage storm,
Where your love left me outside in the cold.