Pride Month!

A fine pair of legs it has to be said
Fuchsia pegs in hot rocker pink
Flamboyant queen, he or she,
Decidedly queer you have to agree
Fluffy boa thrown back in disdain
head held high, such a beautiful creature,
in sizzling coral, obsidian black,
But please be respectful; stand well back.

He makes his move, stepping gingerly forward,
first one foot, a knee bend, it’s just a tad awkward
like walking through mud in ones best shoes.
He lifts his wings to shoulder height
There’s a snap like a twig, then a vigorous flapping
He shakes out his feathers like the girl on TV
She’s worth it she says, and so is he
Stretching his wings, fanning a rainbow

Glancing regally over the crowd
Spectators gushing over birds in drag, what a fine array
They expect a display and he doesn’t disappoint
the watchers flock, gathered at the shore
pointing cameras, binoculars, excited natter
muffled by raucous avian chatter
a thousand birds, burps and slurps
Objections, ripostes, catcalls and chirps.

He begins his run, sticks his neck out and gallops forward,
walks on water for a second or two, and then lifts himself into the sky
Flying low like the aeroplanes behind,
It’s a short run to the new set of groupies
Frisco for flamingos here at Alyki,
Come see for yourself Darling, I insist
It’s a show to die for, not to be missed!.

I passed two women kissing
Young lovers caught in passion  
A man jostled against my side  
In a hurry to go anywhere  
that held a more beautiful  sight  
than could be seen here  
I think not  
But I couldn't stay and gaze  
 
I also had to go, catch my train  
When I came to the platform  
I passed a woman pissing  
Old, drunk and stinking  
Her back against the wall  
Many people passed  
It seemed they didn't care  
And neither did I really  
 
I took a ride on the Underground  
 
When I stepped off the train  
Going to my destination  
I passed an old man crying  
He held a violin and played softly  
Tears rolled and beauty was born  
But I couldn't stay and gaze  
I had to go and catch a cab  
First I placed a bill in his case  
 
I stopped to buy a paper  
And caught the sent of desire  
It held me transfixed in time  
I turned to search for its owner  
A pretty smile and hypnotic eyes  
I saw a blush flood across her face  
Frozen in each other's gaze  
I had no where to go now  
 
 

All Over Africa
There They Are
Everyday Brothers & Sisters
Fighting For Recognition To Be Alive
So Many To Count In Their Tribes
Living In The Shadows Pretending To Be Normal
Too Great The Danger Were They To Step Into The Light
Safety The Sanctuary In Remaining Hidden
Secrecy Reveals Truth
Judgement Awaits You
With Every Word Spoken
The Swinging Of The Hips
In Each & Every Step
To The Clothes Commanding Discomfort
Enraging The Blood Thirsty Observers
Seeing Fashion Sensing Nonsense
Self Appointed Censors
Passing Judgement Leading To Fields
Swallowing Those Innocent Lives
Whose Souls Accompanied With Hymns & Choruses
As Flowers Are Placed Above Coffins
Enclosing Defeated Battered Abused Bodies
Being Laid To Rest
Finally In Eternal Peace

She said she wants
To be called them and they
She asked me
Mom is that ok
Yes baby girl
You can be anything
You want in this world
 
But I want you to understand
Today you make a choice
And this is in your hands
Some people will be confused
Some will be mean
And some may bully you
 
The people my age
Could have a hard time with it
I have always had
Two sons and two daughters
I may sometimes forget
 
I won't be mad at you, she said
So Mom, don't worry
If you get confused or forget
Everything will be okay

I'm glad you feel that way baby
Give me a little while
Don't forget, I love you  
I need to think about this now
 
I said to myself how can I see
What it's like to be living
In a world that doesn't understand
In a time when it's so crazy
 
Then I realized
That's how it's always been
When you are treated
Like an object  
And a second class citizen
When the cards have been set
To give you the losing hand
 
I remember jobs I had
That were only made for men
Where I had to do my very best
For half the pay  
And no respect from them
 
I thought about the things  
I always hear people say
Like why is everything about sex
To those LGBT... Gays
Can't they keep it to themselves
What's up with those parades
Do they have to act so proud
And put it in your face
 
I called to my baby
Come sit and talk with me
I said, I think I get it  
Tell me if this explains things
 
This is not about sex
This is about being free
You refuse to live a life
Where someone tells you  
Who or what you can  
or cannot be
You don't want the labels
To control and limit everything
 
Yes that's right, Mom
But just one more thing
I want you to know
That I don't hate God
And He doesn't hate me
 
Because He is forgiving
And treats us all the same
He wants us to love like He does
And show everyone the way
 
Sweet child of mine
You are beautiful and wise
Omg thank you, Mom
You called me child,
You got it right!

There’s was a lingering scent in the air
of sweet amber lilies and patchouli
fragrance filled the spaces everywhere
the door opened, walked in yours truly

shouldn’t I have known that aroma?
all so delicate it was an aphrodisiac
how can I resist? It was such a drama!
that was the scent of a nymphomaniac

I have succumbed oh so many times
like an idiotic fool ignoring the signs
such was the potent of the fragrance
enchanted it was, the maiden’s romance

her sensuality, got deeply imprinted
her serendipities, got me intoxicated
her spontaneity, she’s was so liberated
her sexuality, that just got me addicted

a cinnamon bark and it’s brown dust
scattered and smeared for a caress
the sweet aftertaste on my big bust
she groped me tenderly till I was helpless

intense it was the craving for attention
addictive it was the taste for perfection
madness I’d say was our acts of fornication
grandness it was the great beasts of nation

it’s started with the flame thrower’s daughter
in a home where she was the family’s foster
coming of age, she just got better and better
seducing me proper, like a lamb to the slaughter

bodily sensations finally taking over
licking and sucking, it’s not kosher
for so many times, i have told her
she needs to stop, I’m not her lover

passion overload, this is my affair of ignorance
beneath the gentleness there was a confidence
memories of her words, it was her dominance
“Simply my dear,I don’t give a damn!” she said with prominence!