A boy comes out to his religious parents as gay. Theme: True colors. A competition by Moleskin.
They brought an old lady, the color of funeral ash
said she might be able to beat the demon out of me
before I do something rash.
Locking me in the dark cupboard
did not work
I made friends with the resident creepy-crawly
another deviant quirk.
On my fingertips, I smudge the dark grey dirt
and paint my face a big purple blue
Then with all other avenues shut
my father screams himself hoarse
dark color pours out of him-
pitch black, saffron venomous fumes.
They stick to me like a second skin
on top of the new purple bruise
‘’How can you love him?
How can you love a man?
The church forbids it,
So deviant! So deviant!’’
How could I tell him, love is a color?
And the world around me is God’s rotted earth,
I'm a demon, alright, but he in all his love
and beauty, is my light.
I am demon possessed, all right,
because I love him with all my heart
and all my might.
Fingertips brush down my spine
meant to keep me in line.
They trace over the color draped on my skin
I felt I would disintegrate,
a worldly sin.
My thoughts were only fragments
of what it was like to be a whole.
Dark green vines took over my heart
Grew big, black thorns
and then, finally, a dark red rose.
Fingers pinch my lips shut,
eyes cold like that of a rival
Stares into my honey brown eyes.
But they can’t snatch out of my mouth
the warbled words
and my skin draped in vivid color tells a story
to the lords standing right above me.
These are my true colors, and I will never go without,
Try to beat the devil and color out of me
I give a last shout.