of sexuality


to be a boy, to be a girl
all the writings and the whirl
in this world of glorious men
who write the sentence to condemn

like a pendulum or a swing
we'll never stop that faky dance
cause we never want to glance
at the evidence by that fence

what are you? what am I?
what do you like? What I prefer?
let me walk on my own way
which could be red or could be grey

all I know is that I like
all the colors in disguise
so don't judge me but judge yourself!
and taste that fruit that'll never end.


emyluna