The Relationship Issue

Some do say

It is the American way

To spend each day

Debating issues for pay

Ashes end up dust

In this world based on trust

Where I once arrived

Letting out a pediatric cry

After I was birthed

Finding my place on this mother’s earth

Scripted character giving

As a human living

Things suddenly turned bad

And made my parents sad

Inside the womb a physical assault

German Measles vaccinated and caught

But I was permanently hurt

From the biological sickness that threw the dirt

In my face

Such a disgrace

Crutches I used to walk

Speech was fine when I talk

Props in the end granted were two canes

No one to blame

Certainly not my mistake

This was the decision I did not make

Unlike the alternative behavior stand

Still trying to figure out ‘are you a woman or a man?’

Stimulating colorful spectacles and the show time stage

Theatrically welcomed inside their social cage

Promoting the rights war that is all the rage

Filled with mass market confusing

Entertaining, eye catching and innocently amusing

But I ask, ‘what was left?’

For General Public to decide when they ref

Understanding the need to wed

Enjoying the same sex interaction sharing a loving bed

Where deep emotional thoughts are said

And pondered in each other’s head

This brings happiness one cannot be declined

But keep this in the well heard rebellious mind

Some play a role alone in life

Not being casted opposite a husband or wife

Written in the preface to my reality book

There is a tragic plot for the reader to hook

And when they take a good hard look

At the conflict which was my mission

That could use someone’s ear to listen

About a plight

The internal fight

Where one morning I took a punch

And by lunch

Was getting an education

Fair protection

Knowing my bodily scar

Raising the bar

Guiding those searching for an answer

That comes in interpretive style like a message from a choreographed dancer

In closing I will respect you

And your needs which are true

But remember those who are alone

Chewing the information bone

Watching and learning

Feeling a little bit concerning

About their place here

And like everyone else wanting intimate cheer

Not wanting to see a moralistic jealous sneer

From someone they fear

Creating a partnership tear

Over that special wine glass or pint of beer

Where they both profess ‘I love you dear’