Homosexuality

A vague view...
A damp doubt,
Dripping with suspicion.
Ripped resolutions,
Scattered in the wet puddle of my sexuality.
What type of puddle?
Oh.
There.
It's labeled now.
BUT I DON'T CARE.

Feels like a fire kindling,
Burning up the old me.
Leaving my bones and joints
Bolts and screws of me.

Expectations of what's to come.
What is to come?
Oh.
There.
BUT I DON'T CARE.

The chains cling,
Squeezing my childhood,
Until the truth trickles out.
Though the clues have been known all along.

Now a queen is born,
A sovereign of who?
Oh.
ME.

I'm gay.