Coming Out "Behold!"They said. "blasphemy!" And my hands shook, And my legs cramped, Because on that stage I stood, With nails of my own, And a crown the color of a rainbow, They didn't nail me, But I was spat at and then forgotten, For I could not behold, I could only be bold, Feeling what I felt, Suffering the sting of a belt. I wanted to be free
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