Offended Of Sorts.

This rapist and that molester
This corrupt politician, that suppressive leader.
Them, these men and women of the unethical-
They are after me.
A fragile flower admirer.
A jovial children lover
A worshipper of women
A helping hand for the incapable
A helper of sorts
I, a gay man,
A confused man.
A half man, a “more than a man”- man.
I a criminal?
I a sinner?
What I see today is a beautiful reflection.
A beautiful creation, in its flaws.
Not sexual but physical.
It’s me, now a criminal.
In a lands of hypocrisy and the unaware
In a land torn between irony and injustice.
In a land that is now ceasing to be.
In a land that seems no longer my own.

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