I never went to any parades
I was embarrassed
My religion told me I would be in hades
It was 1999,
I tried to come out to my hippie mom.
She really didn't want to accept.
And the doubt did crept.
About who I really was.
I would take no pride.
And I would secretly hide, from who I was.
Because of purity.
Even though I had none.
I really wanted to explore this side, and I tried.
But I shut it down, ironically out of pride.
Until some 20 years later or more
When humanity opened up the pride store
Still I am a very private person
Though people think the opposite
Coming out a little more
But my religious leaning made me feel like a whore
But at my core
I felt free
Which made me more protecting
Of the next generation
Whatever that be
Granted not the end of my story
Who knows how it will end?
Into the next story?
Of the following generation?
But I did never go to parade.
Because I was always afraid.
But maybe one day I will step forward and march with those who are courageous, so I have a story to tell about after.