On the branch of my mind sits a bird struggling with guilt,
It's stuck there since there's no more
flight left in its wing,
they've got guns aimed at it, it
wants to be killed,
several arrows fly through the sky
like stones from a sling.
I could hide it in my closet,
but my brother would find it
whenever he goes to steal for my jacket
and I am sure he wouldn't like it.
Therefore, I am coming out today,
sorry mommy but I'm not straight,
of course, I'm not gay,
Just confused and don't know what to say.
K